“And so should I,” observed the Hero of this story.
“I think too many of us would embarrass them,” answered Tom. “You will see her to-morrow, my dear.”
“But we leave to-morrow.”
“Your father may if he likes; but you shan’t,” exclaimed Tom warmly. “We want a cheerful face among us, Teazer; and it will be a god-send to our spirits if you will stop.”
“She shall stop,” said her father.
“Oh, yes, certainly, she must stop,” observed my aunt.
“I have no right to invite anybody,” said I: “but if my uncle wishes, I shall be happy to prevent Theresa from leaving by mounting guard at the gate.”
“With a pistol?” said uncle Dick.
I burst into a laugh.
“I have brought no dresses with me,” said Theresa, blushing and glancing at me with a sly look of mirth.