"Just because I want no scenes until to-morrow evening, when Miss
Louise Rutherford and Miss Rushton will not display their histrionic
ability to a desert air."
"Hear! hear!" cried a voice from without, and instantly a promising
youth dashed in _sans ceremonie_, claiming all the familiarity
due a younger brother.
Fred. Verne's arrival changed the current of conversation. Louise
and Helen were soon interested in the costumes to be worn at the
theatricals, and Marguerite's good taste was always to be consulted
on such occasions.
"Madge is a genius of the first order. Charlie and the boys all
swear by her, and say she would beat the fellow that invented the
carnivals."
"Fred, do be moderate," cried Marguerite; who at the same moment
could not repress a feeling of pride in the boy's earnestness and
filial affection.
But Fred, was not to be gainsaid, and edged in his witticisms with
an air of infinite satisfaction. Trinity chimed out the hour of
twelve, and served as a reminder for the withdrawal of the guests.
Josie had succeeded in getting up a first-class encounter with the
indomitable Fred, and then beat a hasty retreat, utterly regardless
of the least approach to etiquette.
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