"If we present the circus again later on we don't want to run the risk of giving any one the slightest chance to grow tired of seeing the animals," had been her wise edict.
That night a mixed company of gay and gallant folks danced to the music of the living-room piano at Morton House.

Those receiving invitations had immediately planned their costumes and by eight o'clock that evening, resplendent in their own and borrowed finery, were on their way to the ball.

At ten o'clock there had been a brief intermission, when cakes and ices were served.

This had been an unlooked-for courtesy on the part of Arline, who had plunged recklessly into her month's allowance for the purchase of the little spread.

The ball had lasted until half-past eleven o'clock, and the participants, after singing to Arline and rendering her a noisy vote of thanks, had gone home tired and happy.
Saturday had been devoted to the "odds and ends" of vacation.