‘ Hah! And what was the feast?’
‘ Tarts, oranges, jellies, and shrimps.’
‘ Any partners at the ball?’
‘ We danced with one another, of course, sir. But some of the girls made game to be their brothers. It was so droll!’
‘ Did anybody make game to be—’
‘ To be you? O dear yes!’ cries Rosa, laughing with great enjoyment. ‘That was the first thing done.’
‘ I hope she did it pretty well,’ says Edwin rather doubtfully.
‘ O, it was excellent!—I wouldn’t dance with you, you know.’
Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why?
‘ Because I was so tired of you,’ returns Rosa. But she quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face: ‘Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you know.’
‘ Did I say
