Jerome knit his brows over the letter, then he folded it nicely and gave it back to Elmira.
"You see what it is ?" said his mother.
"Yes, I see," replied Jerome, hesitatingly.

He looked confused before her, for one of the few times of his life.
"An invitation for you an' Elmira to Squire Merritt's--to a party; it's Lucina's birthday," said his mother, and she fairly smacked her lips, as if the words were sweet.
Elmira looked at her brother breathlessly.

Nobody knew how eager she was to go; it was the first party worthy of a name to which she had been bidden in her whole life.

She and her mother had been speculating, ever since the invitation had arrived, upon the possibility of Jerome's refusing to accept it.
"Nobody can tell what he'll do," Mrs.Edwards had said.

"He's just as likely to take a notion not to go as to go." "I can't go if he doesn't," said Elmira.
"Why can't you, I'd like to know ?" Elmira shrank timidly.