CHAPTER IX.

THE RESULT OF THE ROSE-SHOW.

AM down early next morning, in
order to ascertain if possible how
matters stand regarding the show;

 

Rivington has been before me, how-
ever, and has taken up the newspaper to
Father’s dressing-room, so I have to dance
(metaphorically speaking) upon hot bricks
until he appears with it in his hand at
the breakfast-table. Dear old Aunt sees my
anxious face, I believe, as I take my seat
at the table, and looking up from the cups
immediately says: “Well, Charles, what
about the show, is it all right?”

“Yes, all serene!” replies Father, looking
awfully pleased: and shaking out the paper
he reads: