"Well, no; I don't think there is."
"Neither do I. Trust your naughty tomboy; she is going to 'eclipse all her
former efforts and cover herself with glory.' But, wait you till I see Mr.
Ross," and she shook her head. "I will forgive him for _this_ night only,
and then--well, never mind! How is mamma? Is she very angry with me?" she
added, presently.
"Not so much as might be expected. You must let her see you when you are
dressed."
"Oh! Aunt Jennie, _did_ you see anything of a stray parcel, with some lace
and other things inside of it? or have I really tossed it into the street?"
"It is in at Mrs. Gurney's with the rest of your apparel for to-night. I
have just finished Gussie's suit, and she is all ready to dress. Gloves and
all are waiting upstairs."
"Oh, dear! what shall I do, auntie? I completely forgot the gloves. That
abominable handbill turned my brain, I do believe; and I thought I was
learning to control my temper! Oh, dear!"
"Don't fret, my dear! The best of us are put out sometimes. But everything
has been prepared for you in at Mrs. Gurney's; for Lancy's success rests on
your appearance, and they were all anxious on his account as well as your
own.
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