Oh, do stop; we shall all be in pieces." Clover brought her gyrations to a close by landing her unwilling partner suddenly on the sofa.

Then with a last squeeze and a rapid kiss she began to pick up the scattered letters.
"Now read the rest," she commanded, "though anything else will sound flat after Rose's." "Hear this first," said Elsie, who had taken advantage of the pause to open her own letter.

"It is from Cecy, and she says she is coming to spend a month with her mother on purpose to be here for Katy's wedding.

She sends heaps of love to you, Katy, and says she only hopes that Mr.
Worthington will prove as perfectly satisfactory in all respects as her own dear Sylvester." "My gracious, I should hope he would," put in Clover, who was still in the wildest spirits.

"What a dear old goose Cecy is! I never hankered in the least for Sylvester Slack, did you, Katy ?" "Certainly not.