"We shall have on different dresses, and you'll be offering us lemonade instead of our offering it to you.

Take a good look at us so as to see how much prettier we are now than we shall be then." Mr.De Forest obeyed literally, staring tranquilly and critically at each in turn, his glance returning slowly to the young lady of the house.
"Unless you introduce me to your friends I shall not be able to tell them so," he replied, in the slow, deliberate voice that seemed always to have a ring of suppressed sarcasm in it, no matter what he said.
"Then I'll certainly not introduce you," said Bell, composedly, with a saucy shot at him from her handsome black eyes.

"And so I'll be the only girl to get the compliment.

Phebe, more sugar, please." "I will endeavor to work one up between now and then regardless of cost.
Four o'clock, I believe.

What is it to be?
A dance ?" "Holy Moses! at Mrs.Upjohn's!" "Oh, she doesn't go in for that kind of thing?
A card-party, then ?" "Great heavens! Mr.De Forest, are you mad?
I don't doubt she struggles with herself over every visiting card that she uses,--and playing-cards--!" "Theatricals, then ?" Bell gave a positive howl.