At least," she added, remembering Edith's rebuke, "I am not
to be a party-lady, not a dancing-and-dressing-lady. I am only to be a
book-lady, a penwiper-lady, a needle-and-thread-lady, you know, Nell."
"Oh, Hetty! a penwiper-lady!"
"Yes, haven't you seen them at bazaars?" said Hetty, screwing up her
little nose to keep from laughing.
"I never know whether you are in earnest when you begin like that," said
Nell pouting; "I suppose you don't want to come with us."
However, when Hetty heard that she had really got leave to go "for this
once, because Edith and Grace had made such a point of it," there was no
mistake about her gladness to join in the fun.
"How will you ever keep me at home after this?" she said, as Phyllis and
Nell stood surveying her dressed in one of their cast-off frocks, of a
rose-coloured tint which suited her brunette complexion. "I shall be
getting into your pockets the next time, and tumbling out in the
ball-room with your pocket-handkerchief."
"No one wants to keep you at home, except for your own good," said
Phyllis with an air of wisdom.
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