“Charlie has put the rose in very becomingly,” said my aunt.
“Yes, it will do very nicely,” responded my cousin, peeping at herself in the glass. Then, while she made the tea, she said, “I feel too tired to go to church to-night, mamma.”
“Very well, my dear.”
“Why, what has tired you?” asked her papa.
“I don’t know, unless it is the heat.”
“The garden will be deliciously cool, this evening,” I observed. “I think I’ll stay at home too, and keep my cousin company.”
“Do,” said my aunt.
My uncle sipped his tea, and appeared to take no notice.
But Conny exclaimed, “Oh, Charlie, please don’t stop at home for me.”
“Ah, you dear little flirt!” I thought; “it needs no Solomon to understand the English of your ‘don’ts.’”