Grown people as well as children were there.

All who had been at the pillow-case party; all who had entertained the girls in any way, and all who had been friends of Betty's mother and Joyce's in their girlhood.
After awhile, when the guests were being served with refreshments, under the lantern-hung canopies on the lawn, Mr.Forbes looked around for Betty.

She was nowhere to be found at first, but presently he stumbled over her in a dark corner of the porch, with her shade pulled over her eyes.
"It's too bad you can't enjoy it like the rest of us," he said, sympathetically.
"I am enjoying it with all my heart, Cousin Carl," protested Betty.

"I have raised my shade half a dozen times and taken a quick glance around, and the music is so sweet, and everybody comes up and says nice things to me.

I would be perfectly happy if I didn't keep thinking that this is the last of our good times together, and in a little while I shall have to say good-bye to Eugenia and Joyce.