“Partly, Mrs. Travilla; your father, Mrs. Dinsmore, and I planned it together.”

“Your dress is as perfect a fit as when made, but I presume you had it altered,” observed Lucy, making a critical examination of her friend’s toilet.

“No, not in the least,” answered Elsie, smiling.

The banquet to which the guests were presently summoned, though gotten up so hastily, more than fulfilled the expectation of the Misses Conly, who as well as their mother and Aunt Enna did it ample justice; there was a good deal of gormandizing done by the spoiled children present, spite of feeble protests from their parents; but Elsie’s well trained little ones ate contentedly what was given them, nor even asked for the rich dainties on which others were feasting; knowing that papa and mamma loved them too dearly to deny them any real good.

“Holloa, Neddie and Vi, why you’ve been overlooked!” said Philip Ross, coming toward the two little ones with a plate heaped up with rich viands, “you’ve nothing but ice cream and plain sugar biscuit; here, take some of this pound cake and these bonbons.  They’re delicious, I tell you!”

“No, no, thank you:  mamma says pound cake is much too rich for us, and would make us sick,” said Eddie.

“’Specially at night,” added Vi, “and we’re to have some bonbons to-morrow.”

“Goodest little tots ever I saw,” returned Philip laughing.  “Ma wanted me to let ’em alone, but I told her I’d risk the getting sick,” he added with a pompous grown-up air.

“Phil, you certainly are an insubordination, as Miss Fisk said,” remarked his sister Gertrude, standing near, “I believe you think you’re ’most a man, but it’s a great mistake.”

“Pooh, Ger! people that live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.  I heard you telling ma you wouldn’t wear the dress she’d laid out for you.  Elsie Travilla, allow me the pleasure of refilling your saucer.”

“No, thank you, Phil, I’ve had all mamma thinks good for me.”

“Time to go to bed, chillens,” said mammy, approaching the little group, “de clock jes gwine strike nine.  Here, Uncle Joe, take dese empty saucers.”

Promptly and without a murmur the four little folks prepared to obey the summons, but cast wistful longing glances toward mamma, who was gayly chatting with her guests on the other side of the room.  Just then the clock on the mantel struck, and excusing herself she came quickly toward them.  “That is right, dears; come and say good-night to papa and our friends; then go with mammy and mamma will follow in a few moments.”

“What dear sweet creatures they are! perfect little ladies and gentlemen,” remarked Mrs. Wood, as, after a courteous good-night to all, they went cheerfully away with their mammy.

“I wish mine were half as good,” said Mrs. Ross.

“Now ma, don’t expose us,” cried Phil.  “I’ve often heard you say Mrs. Travilla was a far better little girl than you; so of course her children ought to be better than yours.”