"Just wait five minutes while I run up and dress." Miss Howard was not very long detained.

Rose was back, all ready, in half an hour.
"Would your sister come ?" inquired Miss Howard, doubtfully, for she was a good deal in awe of that tall majestic sister.
"Who?
Kate?
Oh, she is out riding with Sir Ronald Keith.

Never mind her; we can have a better time by ourselves." The tiny sleigh dashed off with its fair occupants, and Rose's depressed spirits went up to fever heat.

It was the first of March, and March had come in like a lamb--balmy, sunshiny, brilliant.

Everybody looked at them admiringly as the fairy sleigh and the two pretty girls flew through the village, and thought, perhaps, what a fine thing it was to be rich, and young, and handsome, and happy, like that.
Miss Howard's home was about half a mile off, and a few minutes brought them to it.
The two girls passed the afternoon agreeably enough at the piano and over new books, but both were longing for evening and the return of the gentlemen.