Everything will be delightful, I assure you, and we'll have a gay old time as we did last week at Emma's." "Then I certainly will not, for I'm ashamed of myself when I remember what a romp that was and how sober Uncle looked as he let me in at three in the morning, all fagged out my dress in rags, my head aching, my feet so tired that I could hardly stand, and nothing to show for five hours' hard work but a pocketful of bonbons, artificial flowers, and tissue-paper fool's caps.

Uncle said I'd better put one on and go to bed, for I looked as though I'd been to a French bal masque.

I never want to hear him say so again, and I'll never let dawn catch me out in such a plight anymore." "You were all right enough, for mother didn't object and I got you both home before daylight.

Uncle is notional about such things, so I shouldn't mind, for we had a jolly time and we were none the worse for it." "Indeed we were, every one of us! Aunt Clara hasn't gotten over her cold yet.

I slept all the next day, and you looked like a ghost, for you'd been out every night for weeks, I think." "Oh, nonsense! Everyone does it during the season, and you'll get used to the pace very soon," began Charlie, bent on making her go, for he was in his element in a ballroom and never happier than when he had his pretty cousin on his arm.
"Ah! But I don't want to get used to it, for it costs too much in the end.