74 MADGE’S MISTAKE,

sell, isn’t it, Tiny? But I do believe (stop-
ping short and looking at her,) I do believe
she does not care.

“Well, where’s the use,” replies Tiny,
swinging her feet; “ besides, we shall be able
to talk to more people that way.”

“Only old frumps,” say Freda contemptu-
ously. “Father will take good care we don’t
talk to any gentlemen, excepting old Monck-
ton or Mr. Featherstone, perhaps.”

“Nonsense!” chimes in Tiny; “he can’t
prevent our speaking to people we know, and
everyone we do know about here is sure to
be there; and, as they are certain to come
and speak to us, we sha’n’t do badly, I
daresay.”

“Tiny’s a sensible young woman,” says
Jack suddenly, throwing himself into the
argument. “If you play your cards well
and don’t appear to mind being with him,
he’s certain to introduce you right and left,
especially if you dress yourselves properly.
Why, I heard him telling old Monckton the
other day that there was not a girl that could