“Very well; you can stay at home,” was Mr. Dayton’s quiet reply.

In a few moments he left the room, and then Lucy’s wrath burst forth unrestrainedly.  She called her father all sorts of names, such as “an old granny—­an old fidget,” and finished up her list with what she thought the most odious appellation of all, “an old maid.”

In the midst of her tirade the door bell rang.  It was the boy from Miss Carson’s, and he brought the party dresses.  Lucy’s thoughts now took another channel, and while admiring her beautiful embroidered muslin and rich white satin skirt, she forgot that she could not wear it.  Grandma was certainly unfortunate in her choice of words, this morning, for when Lucy for the twentieth time asked if her dress were not a perfect beauty, the old Quakeress answered: 

“Why, it looks very decent, but it can do thee no good, for thy pa has said thee cannot wear it; besides, the holy writ reads, ’Let your adorning—­’”

Here Lucy stopped her ears, exclaiming, “I do believe, grandma, you were manufactured from a chapter in the Bible, for you throw your holy writ into my face on all occasions.”

The good lady adjusted her spectacles, and replied, “How thee talks!  I never thought of throwing my Bible at thee, Lucy!”

Grandma had understood her literally.

Nothing more was said of the party until dinner time, although there was a determined look in Lucy’s flashing eye, which puzzled Lizzie not a little.  Owing to the storm, Mr. Dayton’s country cousins did not, as was their usual custom, come into town to dine with him, and for this Lucy was thankful, for she thought nothing could be more disagreeable than to be compelled to sit all day and ask Cousin Peter how much his fatting hogs weighed; or his wife, Elizabeth Betsey, how many teeth the baby had got; or, worse than all the rest, if the old maid, Cousin Berintha, were present, to be obliged to be asked at least three times, whether it’s twenty-four or twenty-five she’d be next September, and on saying it was only twenty-three, have her word disputed and the family Bible brought in question.  Even then Miss Berintha would demur, until she had taken the Bible to the window, and squinted to see if the year had not been scratched out and rewritten!  Then closing the book with a profound sigh she would say, “I never, now! it beats all how much older you look!”

All these annoyances Lucy was spared on this day, for neither Cousin Peter, Elizabeth Betsey, or Miss Berintha made their appearance.  At the dinner table Mr. Dayton remarked quietly to his daughters, “I believe you have given up attending the party!”

“Oh, no, father,” said Lucy, “we are going, Lizzie and I.”

“And what about your dress?” asked Mr. Dayton.

Lucy bit her lip as she replied, “Why, of course, we must dress to suit you, or stay at home.”