Kitty's Class Day and Other Stories

"O Pris, Pris, I'm really going! Here's the invitation-rough paper-Chapel-spreads-Lyceum Hall-everything splendid; and Jack to take care of me!" As Kitty burst into the room and performed a rapturous pas seul, waving the cards over her head, sister Priscilla looked up from her work with a smile of satisfaction on her quiet face. "Who invites you, dear?" "Why, Jack, of course, -dear old cousin Jack. Nobody else ever thinks of me, or cares whether I have a bit of pleasure now and then.