"Never mind, Phyllis, it won't be into your pocket that I shall creep,"
said Hetty gaily.
Phyllis did not feel like herself that evening, and was dissatisfied
about she knew not what. She could not admit to herself that she was
displeased because another was to enjoy a treat, even though she thought
she had a right to her belief that it would have been better if Hetty
had been made to stay at home. "Of course, as mother consents, it is all
right," she had said; but still she did not feel as much enjoyment as
usual in dressing for the party. Half suspecting the cause of this, and
willing to restore her good opinion of her own virtue, she brought a
pretty fan to Hetty and offered to lend it to her. Hetty took it with a
look and exclamation of thanks; but Phyllis thought she hardly expressed
her gratitude with sufficient humbleness. However, Phyllis had now
soothed away that faint doubt in her own mind as to her own kindness and
generosity, and took no further notice of her unwelcome companion.
Arrived at the ball, Hetty was warmly received by Edith and Grace, and
was soon in a whirl of delightful excitement.
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