"I only wish," she added, "that you and I could be changed into each other, just for this summer." "I wish--" began Hilda; but she checked herself in her response to the wish, as the thought of Madge's five brothers rose in her mind (Hilda could not endure boys!), looked attentively at the toe of her little bronze slipper for a few moments, and then changed the subject by proposing a walk.

"Console yourself with the caramels, my fiery Madge," she said, pushing the box across the table, "while I put on my boots.

We will go to Maillard's and get some more while we are out.

His caramels are decidedly better than Huyler's; don't you think so!" A very busy woman was pretty Mrs.Graham during the next two weeks.
First she made an expedition into the country "to see an old friend," she said, and was gone two whole days.

And after that she was out every morning, driving hither and thither, from shop to dressmaker, from dressmaker to milliner, from milliner to shoemaker.
"It is a sad thing," Mr.Graham would say, when his wife fluttered in to lunch, breathless and exhausted and half an hour late (she, the most punctual of women!),--"it is a sad thing to have married a comet by mistake, thinking it was a woman.