His stay was prolonged beyond the Sabbath, and on Tuesday I was sent to Captain Howard's on an errand.

I found Aunt Eunice in the kitchen, her round, rosy face, always suggestive of seed cake and plum pudding, flushed with exertion, her sleeves tucked up and her arms buried in a large wooden bowl of dough, which she said was going to be made into loaves of 'lection cake, as Carrie was to have a party to-morrow, and I had come just in time to carry invitations to my sisters.
Carrie was in the parlor, and attracted by the sound of music, I drew near the door, when Aunt Eunice kindly bade me enter.

I did so, and was presented to Monsieur Penoyer.

At first I was shy of him, for I remembered that Sally had said, "he don't know nothin'," and this in my estimation was the worst crime of which he could be guilty.
Gradually my timidity gave way, and when, at Carrie's request, he played and sang for me, I was perfectly delighted, although I understood not a word he said.
When he finished Carrie told him I was a little poet, and then repeated some foolish lines I had once written about her eyes.

It was a very handsome set of teeth which he showed, as he said, "_Magnifique! Tree bien!_ She be another grand _Dr.Wattts!_" I knew not who Dr.Watts was, but on one point my mind was made up--Monsieur Penoyer knew a great deal! Ere I left Carrie commissioned me to invite my sisters to her party on the morrow, and as I was leaving the room Mr.Penoyer said, "_Ma chere,_ Carrie, why vous no invite a petite girl!" Accordingly I was invited, with no earthly prospect, however, of mother's letting me go.