“Oh!  Charley you naughty boy, that wine has got into your head and you don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Well, Miss Jenny, I b’lieve you’re ’bout half-right, my head does feel funny.”

“I shouldn’t wonder; mine feels rather dizzy, and Miss Thomas has gone home with a sick headache, and I know what her headaches mean,” said Jeanette significantly.

“My head,” said Mary Gladstone, “really feels as big as a bucket.”

“And I feel real dizzy,” said another.

“And so do I,” said another, “I feel as if I could hardly stand, I feel awful weak.”

“Why girls, you! are all, all, tipsy, now just own right up, and be done with it,” said Charles Romaine.

“Why Charlie you are as good as a wizard, I believe we have all got too much wine aboard:  but we are not as bad as the girls of B.S., for they succeeded in out drinking the men.  I heard the men drank eight bottles of wine, and that they drank sixteen.”

Alas for these young people they were sporting upon the verge of a precipice, but its slippery edge was concealed by flowers.  They were playing with the firebrands of death and thought they were Roman-candles and harmless rockets.

“Good morning Belle,” said Jeanette Roland to her cousin Belle as she entered her cousin’s sitting-room the morning after the party and found Jeanette lounging languidly upon the sofa.

“Good morning.  It is a lovely day, why are you not out enjoying the fresh air?  Can’t you put on your things and go shopping with me?  I think you have excellent taste and I often want to consult it.”

“Well after all then I am of some account in your eyes.”

“Of course you are; who said you were not[?]”

“Oh! nobody only I had an idea that you thought that I was as useless as a canary bird.”

“I don’t think that a canary bird is at all a useless thing.  It charms our ears with its song, and pleases our eye with its beauty, and I am a firm believer in the utility of beauty—­but can you, or rather will you not go with me?”

“Oh Belle I would, but I am as sleepy as a cat.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I was up so late last night at Mrs. Glossop’s party; but really it was a splendid affair, everything was in the richest profusion, and their house is magnificently furnished.  Oh Belle I wish you could have been there.”

“I don’t; there are two classes of people with whom I never wish to associate, or number as my especial friends, and they are rum sellers and slave holders.”

“Oh! well, Mr. Glossop is not in the business now and what is the use of talking about the past; don’t be always remembering a man’s sins against him.”

“Would you say the same of a successful pirate who could fare sumptuously from the effects of his piracy?”

“No I would not; but Belle the cases is not at all parallel.”