"Then you did not dance with him at all?"
"No—to my great joy, he walked off, angry, I believe."
"Oh, my dear!" remonstrated her mother.
"Why not, mother," replied Angila. "He's my 'favorite aversion.' Well, Augusta," she continued, turning to her friend, "and when do you sail for New Orleans?"
"On Monday," replied Augusta.
"On Monday!—so soon! Oh, what shall I do without you, Augusta!" said Angila, quite pathetically. "And you will be gone six months, you think?"
"Yes, so papa says," replied the young lady. "He does not expect to be able to return before May."
"Not before May! And its only November now!" said Angila, in prolonged accents of grief. "How much may happen in that time!"
"Yes," returned her friend, gaily, "you may be engaged before that."
"Not much danger," replied Angila, laughing.