We were _invited_--that is true--but did not go, nor thought of it.

I am not up to picnics--nor _down_ to some of the company perhaps; who knows?
Don't think me grown, too, suddenly scornful, without being sure of the particulars....
Mr.Tennyson has a little son, and wrote me such three happy notes on the occasion that I really never liked him so well before.

I do like men who are not ashamed to be happy beside a cradle.

Monckton Milnes had a brilliant christening luncheon, and his baby was made to sweep in India muslin and Brussels lace among a very large circle of admiring guests.
Think of my vanity turning my head completely and admitting of my taking Wiedeman there (because of an express invitation).

He behaved like an angel, everybody said, and looked very pretty, I said myself; only he disgraced us all at last by refusing to kiss the baby, on the ground of his being 'troppo grande.' He has learnt quantities of English words, and is in consequence more unintelligible than ever.