A simple evening party in the smallest village is just as admirable in its degree, when the parlor is cheerfully lighted, and the board prettily spread, and the guests are made to feel comfortable without being reminded that anybody is making a painful effort.
We know several of the young people who were there, and need not trouble ourselves for the others.

Myrtle Hazard had promised to come.

She had her own way of late as never before; in fact, the women were afraid of her.

Miss Silence felt that she could not be responsible for her any longer.

She had hopes for a time that Myrtle would go through the customary spiritual paroxysm under the influence of the Rev.Mr.
Stoker's assiduous exhortations; but since she had broken off with him, Miss Silence had looked upon her as little better than a backslider.