Aren't you, Elsie ?" "Yes," Elsie said with a sigh.
Sophy was down on the floor, pulling off her shoes and stockings.

"Why, what's the matter ?" she asked, stopping with her shoe in her hand to look up into Elsie's face, which struck her as unusually grave.
"Nothing, only I'm so ashamed of crying when papa said I shouldn't go," Elsie answered, with a blush.

"Dear papa! I always find he knows best, and yet I'm so often naughty about giving up." "Never mind, it wasn't much.

I wouldn't care about it," said Sophy, tossing away her shoe, and proceeding to pull off the stocking.
Chloe whispered in Elsie's ear, "Massa not vexed wid you, darlin' ?" Elsie smiled and shook her head.

"No, mammy, not now." The little girls were awake unusually early the next morning, and the first thing they did was to run to the window to ascertain the state of the weather.