week.
Louise can come up for a couple of days, and we can have it Thursday. We
made out the list--just a few people. She went out with me after lunch,
and we saw most of the girls, and I ordered the supper. Mrs. Lambert
will matronize them; it'll be an old dance, rather, as far as the girls
are concerned, but I've asked two or three buds; and some of the young
married people. It will be very pleasant, don't you think?"

"Very. Do you think Mr. Wade would like to come?"

Suzette smiled. "I dare say he would. I wasn't thinking of him in making
it, but I don't see why he shouldn't look in."

"He might come to the supper," Adeline mused aloud, "if it isn't one of
his church days. I never can keep the run of them."

"We were talking about that and we decided that Thursday would be
perfectly safe. Louise and I looked it up together; but we knew we could
make everything sure by asking Mrs. Lambert first of all; she would have
been certain to object if we had made any mistake."

"I'm very glad," said Adeline. "I know father will be glad to have Mr.
Wade here. He's taken a great fancy to him."

"Mr. Wade's very nice," said Suzette, coolly. "I shouldn't have liked to
have it without him."

They left the table and went into the library, to talk the dance over at
larger leisure. Suzette was somewhat sleepy from the fatigues of her
escapade to Boston, and an afternoon spent mostly in the cold air, and
from time to time she yawned, and said she must really go to bed, and
then went on talking.

"Shall you have any of the South Hatboro' people?" her sister asked.

"Mrs. Munger and her tribe?" said Suzette, with a contemptuous little
smile. "I don't think she would contribute much. Why not the Morrells;
or the Putneys, at once?" She added abruptly, "I think I shall ask Jack
Wilmington." Adeline gave a start, and looked keenly at her; but she
went on quite imperviously. "The Hilarys know him. Matt Hilary and he
were quite friends at one time. Besides," she said, as if choosing now
to recognize the quality of Adeline's gaze, "I don't care to have Louise
suppose there's the shadow of anything between us any more, not even a
quarrel."

Adeline gave a little sigh of relief. "I'm glad that's it. I'm always
afraid you'll get--"

"To thinking about him again? You needn't be. All that's as thoroughly
dead and gone as anything can be in this world. No," she continued, in
the tone that is more than half for one's self in such dealing