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"Not like one of Uncle William's parties, though," put in Carl.
"School begins next week, and three months of pegging before Christmas," groaned Aleck.
"Come on, then; let's make the most of the time we have," Carl urged energetically.
It was the afternoon of the next day, and Louise stood before the mirror critically viewing her sash.
"Why, Joanna! You have made Bess's bows ever so much longer than mine."
"I can't see what difference that makes," was the rather sharp reply, for the September day was warm and the task of dressing three restless young ladies for a party was not conducive to coolness.
"It makes a great deal of difference to us, for we wish to look exactly alike," said Louise loftily. "And if you are going to do a thing at all, you ought to do it well; Father says so."
"Dear me! Here comes Ikey, and we are not ready," exclaimed Bess, who stood at the window.
"You might be if you weren't so particular. I never saw the beat of your equal," and Joanna whisked Helen's dress over her head.
"The _beat_ of your _equal_," Bess repeated. "What does that mean, Jo?"
"My patience!" was the only reply to be had from this much-enduring maid.
"Joanna is cross; I'll get Aunt Zelie to tie my sash," said Louise, running off, followed by Bess.
Their aunt was in the lower hall with Ikey, who was looking dignified, if not a trifle stiff, in a new standing collar. Louise decided that he needed a rose in his b.u.t.tonhole, and danced away to get one when her sash had been arranged to her satisfaction.
Though there was more than a year's difference in their ages, Bess and Louise were exactly the same height, and were sometimes taken for twins. This delighted them beyond measure, and to help the impression they wished to be dressed alike, down to the smallest detail.
Though Bess's hair curled prettily she insisted on wearing it in two braids, because that was the only comfortable fas.h.i.+on in which her sister's heavy locks could be arranged. Aunt Zelie laughed at them, but let them have their way.
Carl and Aleck were the last to appear, which Bess thought was very strange, considering they had no sashes to be tied, or hair to be curled or braided.
"Now trot along and have the best kind of a time," said Aunt Zelie after she had inspected them, and given some finis.h.i.+ng touches to their cravats; "I am proud of my girls and boys."
They were a merry party as they started out, waving their good-bys, Ikey feeling particularly proud to be counted one of her boys. He only half wanted to go, for, though sociably inclined, he was bashful, but the girls had promised not to desert him.
Carl affected to hold parties in disdain. "They never do anything worth while; who cares for 'drop the handkerchief' or dancing?"
When Louise mischievously suggested that he must be going for the supper, he strolled ahead with an air of lofty scorn.
The occasion was a birthday party, an outdoor affair, and the large yard was hung with j.a.panese lanterns ready to light when the sun went down. As the children came flocking in with their bright faces and gay ribbons, it was a pretty scene.
There were swings and all sorts of games, and soon everybody was busy having a good time. Even Carl forgot that he did not like parties. But there was one person who seemed to be left out of the fun. Stopping to rest after some lively game, Bess noticed a girl sitting on a bench all by herself. She looked lonely, and Bess felt sorry for her.
"I think I ought to go and speak to her; won't you go with me, Elsie?"
she asked.
"No; I'd rather not. I think she is funny-looking."
"But I am afraid she does not know anybody."
"Well, it is not our party; why doesn't Annie May take care of her?"
And Elsie smoothed her pink ribbons complacently.
Bess was shy, and thought she could not go by herself to speak to a stranger. "I'll wait till I see Louise," she said.
"Who is that girl?" some one asked the little hostess.
"Her name is Dora Warner," was the reply. "Mamma knows her mother.
They haven't lived here long. I have tried to introduce her, but n.o.body wants to talk to her, and she doesn't know a single game. I wish Mamma would come and take care of her."
The stranger sat alone looking on at the merry scene. She felt timid and unhappy, and had to wink very hard now and then to get rid of a troublesome mist that found its way to her eyes.
"I am silly I know; I ought not to expect to get acquainted all at once," she said to herself bravely.
If it had not been for the loneliness she might have enjoyed the fun going on around her, even though she had no part in it. Such dainty dresses, such laughing and dancing about, such airs and graces, she had never before seen! She recognized the charming little girls who had so taken her fancy a week or two before--sisters, she felt sure, of that dear little Carie.
"Oh, dear!" she said at last; "I can't help wis.h.i.+ng I had not come!"
Not thinking what she was doing, Dora took up a croquet mallet which had been left on the bench, and began slowly to screw it into the ground. Just then a boy rushed by hotly chased by another. The one in pursuit tripped on the mallet and fell headlong on the gra.s.s.
"Are you hurt? I am so sorry; I did not mean to do it!" she exclaimed in dismay.
"No, I am not hurt," he replied, sitting up and rubbing the stains off his hands with his handkerchief. "How did you come to do it anyhow?"
and he gave her a glimpse of a pair of merry brown eyes, and then went on polis.h.i.+ng his hands.
"I don't know," she answered.
"If it had not been for you I could have caught Aleck."
"I am so sorry," Dora said again, in such a mournful tone that the boy laughed.
"You needn't think I care! Aleck knows I can catch him. Do you like to run?"
"I haven't tried it very often lately. I think you could catch me,"
she answered.
"I probably could; as a general thing girls aren't much on running, but you should see Louise!"
"Who is she?" asked Dora.
"She is my sister; I thought everybody knew Louise."
"I don't know any one," was the reply in a mournful tone.
"Don't you really?" Carl asked, sitting up very straight; "and is that the reason you are over here by yourself?"
"I know Annie a little, but you see I haven't lived here since I was a baby. We have been travelling about a good deal, so I haven't had a chance to know many people. Mamma wanted me to come this afternoon."