CHAPTER VIII.
GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
"Sophie," said Cornelia, several days afterward, "do you know, I believe I'll stay for that party at Abbie's, after all." The two sisters were engaged in planning out an evening dress, and Sophie's bed was so covered with the confusion thereof, that her quiet little face, appearing above, looked odd by contrast.
"I'm glad," replied she, with the simplicity and lack of ornamentation that made her words forcible; "and I'm sure Abbie will be glad, too." "There's no reason why I shouldn't, you know," resumed the elder sister, falling into that pleasing vein of argument wherein we consciously express the views of our interlocutor; "a few days won't make any difference to Aunt Margaret, and I wouldn't like to have poor old Abbie think that I slighted her, just because I am going to enter New York society! Besides, I think this dress will look very nice when it's finished--don't you ?" "Yes, dear," said Sophie, smiling to herself.

"Is Mr.Bressant going to the party ?" "Oh, I don't know.

No, I should suppose not.

He's a great student, you know, and is going to be a minister and every thing.

That isn't the sort of people that takes interest in parties.