"Edith," said little Miss Mae, quite humbly for her, as she
put on her hat, and drew on her gloves, "Edith, aren't you going out
with me?" "What for?" asked that young person indifferently.
"Why--for fun, and to make up. Haven't you forgiven me yet?"
Edith did not reply directly. "I am going out with mamma to buy our
dominoes for the Carnival, and to see our balcony. Albert has engaged
one for us, on the corner of the Corso and Santa Maria e Jesu. I suppose
you can go too. There will be an extra seat. We'll come home by the
Pincian Hill."
"Thank you," said Mae, "but I will get Eric and go for a tramp," and she
left the room with compressed lips and flushed cheeks. In the hall were
Albert, Eric and Norman, talking busily. "Where are you going Eric,
mayn't I go too, please?" "I'm sorry Mae, but this is an entirely
masculine affair--five-button gloves and parasols are out of the
question."
"O, Ric, I am half lonely." Mae laughed a little hysterically. At that
moment she caught Mr.
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