And we had a feast.

And we had a ball at night.' 'A feast and a ball, eh?
These occasions seem to go off tolerably well without me, Pussy.' 'De-lightfully!' cries Rosa, in a quite spontaneous manner, and without the least pretence of reserve.
'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 so, Rosa ?' 'Say so! Do you ever say so?
No, you only showed it.