CHAPTER II.

THE LITTLE WIFE.

THREE o'clock came at last, although 'Toinette had become fully

persuaded it never would; and the little guests arrived as

punctually as juvenile guests are apt to arrive. Later on in life,

people either expect less pleasure from meeting each other, or are

more willing to defer securing it; or perhaps it is that they are

willing to allow their friends the first chance of appropriating the

happiness in store for all. If none of these, what is the reason,

children, that, at grown parties, the struggle is to see who shall

arrive last, while at ours it is to see who shall come first?

'Toinette was dressed, and in the drawing-room ready to receive her

little friends, by half-past two; and very nice she looked in her

light-blue merino frock, with its pretty embroideries, her long

golden hair curled in the feathery ringlets Susan was so proud of

making, her sleeves looped up with new bracelets, and a little

embroidered handkerchief just peeping out of her pockets

Mrs. Legrange, who sat reading by the fire, watched with some

amusement and more anxiety the movements of the little beauty, who

walked slowly up and down the room, twisting her head to look now at

one shoulder and now at the other, now at the flow of her skirts

behind, and now at the dainty fit of her bronze cloth gaiter-boots.

At last, stopping before the long mirror, Miss 'Toinette began

practicing the courtesy she had learned at dancing-school, finishing

by throwing a kiss from the tips of her fingers to the graceful

little shadow in the mirror.

"She will be spoiled, entirely spoiled, before she is a year older,"

thought the mother anxiously. "She is so beautiful! and every one

tells her of it. What shall I do?"

But sometimes, when our task seems too difficult for us, God takes

it into his own hand, and does it in his own way, though that way to

us be strange and painful.

While Mrs. Legrange still hesitated whether to speak, and what to

say, the doorbell rang, and 'Toinette rushed away to meet her

friends, and take them to the dressing room, where they were to

leave their outside garments; and the mother laid aside her book,

and prepared to help in entertaining the little people.

Another ring at the bell; another troop of little feet, and peal of

merry voices; another and another; and, following the last, a firmer

step upon the stair, and the appearance in the drawing-room of a

tall, fine-looking young man, of twenty two or three years old, who

came forward, offering his hand to Mrs. Legrange.

"Why, Tom," said she, "did you really come?"

"As you see, Cousin Fanny. Paul gave me the invitation, with my

little wife's love; and how could I decline?"

"I am sure it is very good of you to come and help entertain; but I

am afraid it will be a sad bore. Miss Minnie Wall, the oldest of the

young ladies, is but just fourteen; and Bessie Rider, the youngest,

is not yet six."

"But I came to visit my little wife," persisted Mr. Burroughs,

laughing gayly.

"Here she is, then, with all the rest behind her;" and, as the

little hostess caught sight of her new guest, she flew toward him,

crying,--

"Oh, my little wife has come!--my little, wife!"

Every one laughed, except the young man thus oddly addressed, who

gravely extended his hand, saying,--

"Miss 'Toinette, allow me to wish you many happy returns of this

fortunate day."

'Toinette looked at him a moment in surprise, then, glancing at the

other guests, said innocently,--

"I guess you talk that way because the girls are here; but I like

the way you are always, best."

This time Tom laughed as loud as the rest, and, catching the child

in his arms, kissed her a dozen times, saying,--

"That is it, Sunshine. Let us be natural, and have a good time. Get

the table-cloth, and make an elephant of me."

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