I don't know whether it's now or next week, but there's something of the kind to be done." "Well, it's to-night," said Wesley, "and we are going.

It's my treat, and we've got to hurry or we won't get in.

There are reserved seats, and we have none, so it's the gallery for us, but I don't care so I get to take one good peep at Elnora." "S'pose she plays ?" whispered Margaret in his ear.
"Aw, tush! She couldn't!" said Wesley.
"Well, she's been doing it three years in the orchestra, and working like a slave at it." "Oh, well that's different.

She's in the play to-night.

Brownlee told me so.