“Tell her to come up here,” I said.
“What, in this disordered room?”
I hastily glanced at the books and dresses strewn around me, and then replied:
“The room don’t look very well, I know; but I can’t leave my packing just now: besides Fanny may be able to assist me in this difficulty.”
I had expected to find Fanny full of joy and enthusiasm in the near prospect of our visit, for so she had always been when we talked about it previously; but she looked sad and dispirited, and it was not until I had made many repeated and eloquent exclamations upon the subject, that she would take any interest in my packing. Then she said quietly —
“Never mind, Marie, there is plenty of room in my trunk for more than half those things.”
I thanked her with delight; yet could not but be surprised that she should be satisfied with fewer “positively necessary” articles than myself.
“Now, that you have this matter satisfactorily arranged, will you go out with me?” she asked.
“Where?” I inquired with slight hesitation, for I had already planned engagements of some sort for every hour in the day.
“Down Chestnut street,” she replied.