“There's something about the livery that I have to tell you; but that will do by-and-by,” added Tankard.
“Dear me, Mr. Liddel!” exclaimed Rose, raising her finely-arched eyebrows in surprise; “you're not going to wear a livery, are you?”
“Livery and powder,” supplied Tankard.
“Impossible!” exclaimed Rose.
“No; it's too true,” said Walter.
By this time they had reached the house. Rose rushed in, and was welcomed by her mother with kisses and embraces.