She decided that she would not have accepted.

The dance was to be held on the Friday evening of the following week, and on the Saturday morning after she would be on her way to Oakdale.
How long and yet how short the days seemed that lay between her and home.

Long because of her impatience to see her father and mother, short because of the multifold details to be attended to in Harlowe House.
"I'm so tired," she sighed when, at seven o'clock on Friday evening, she saw her trunk and Emma's safely in the hands of the expressman.

"Thank goodness our packing is done and gone and out of the way.

Let's do recreation stunts to-night, Emma.