He was making his last bows; and one of the girls went with him, which still farther reduced the number of what in his heart Clarence stigmatized as "a crowd." "I must go too," said the girl in blue.

"Good-by, Clover.

I shall run in a minute to-morrow to talk over the last arrangements for Thursday." "What's going to happen on Thursday ?" growled Clarence as soon as she had departed.
"Oh, such a delightful thing," cried Clover, sparkling and dimpling.

"Old Mr.Wade, the father of young Mr.Wade, whom you saw just now, is a director on the railroad, you know; and they have given him the director's car to take a party over the Marshall Pass, and he has asked Phil and me to go.

It is _such_ a surprise.