San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-23

tone in which she says this Bridget, much
disguised, takes the note silently, and with
sufhclent nervousness to make itself known.
Indeed, she is so plainly impressed by Kits
eloquence that the latter's heart sings aloud
for Joy.
Yes, miss" she says, in very subdued
voice, and goes away with indignant haste,
to tell cook, as she passes through the kitch-
en-, that "FaiX, Miss Kit might be her own
gran mother,-she is so Ould an quare in her
ways"
Kit meantime goes in search of Monica,
with mind stored with crafty arguments
for the beguiling of that unconscious maid
en-. Hearing voices in the mOrning-rOom,
she turns in there, and finds the whole
family in eonclave.
Miss Priscilla is speaking.
Eyes, certainly think hospitality of some
sort should be shown them," she is saying,
with quite an excited flush on her dear old
ugly face. .'We cannot, of course, do much;
but afternoon tea, now, and some pleasant
people to meet them,-and Strawberries
and little stroll round the gardens-eh9
And, Penelope, you used to be great hand
at claretcup in our dear fathers time; and
then there is tennis. 1 really think, you
know, it might be done"
rs there going to be party here, Aunt
Priscillap' asks Kit, with enlarged eyes.
"Well, my dear, we are debating the pos
sibilities of it,-just the pros and cons" says
Miss Priscilla, precisely. "Your aunt Pene-
lope agrees with me that some attention is
due to those young men in ClOnbree Bar
racks"
You are going to ask Captain Cobbett
and Mr.. Ryde here! Oh, what funP' cries
Kit, seating herself, minus invitation, ON
Miss Priscilla's knee, and twining her arms
round her neck. do you know, when with
mother we didn't dare call our souls our
own; but with you we are having real good
old times! Aren't we, now?"
"Oh, Kit!-my dear KtEyOu must not
speak so of your lost mother" cry the old
ladies in breath, both greatly distressed.
well, sha'n't If you don't wish 1t; but
it is true, for all that, When is it to be.
Aunt Pris?'
Next week, I suppose" says Miss Pene-
lope, promptly, seeing that Miss Priscilla is
still too agitated to reply. And think,
perhaps, it would be rather nice to have tea
in the orchard" ...-
"oh! how quite too lovelyF says Kit
clasping her hands. H' -E'-.
"Quite too utterly, consummately, precious
ly intenseP" mutters Terence, soto vOce, re-
garding Kit sideways, who returns his rap
turous glance with one full Of ineffable dis
dain. ..sF.
II hope Michael won't object" says Miss
Penelope, nervously. Michael is the gar
dener, and they are all, without exception,
afraid of him.
Nonsense, my dear! why should hep"
says Miss Priscilla. 1T isn't because he
has been here for years that he is to forbid
us the use of our grounds, and of late con-
slider there is great fault to be found with
him. Long service should not generate neg
lect, and of late there has not been good
lettuce or respectable dish of asparagus in
the garden"
There wasn'teven any thyme last week."
says Kit, who maintains an undying feud
with Michael. "He had to get some fresh
plants from Cahirmore." 1850.
thine was made for slaves" says Terence,
meditatively. you aren't slave, are you?''
Il should hope not, says Kit, Jelly.
"fhen you can't want time; so don't wor-
~ that poor old man in the garden about it.
He hasn't scythe, or a bald head, or dis
NAL forelock; so he can't know anything
about it,"
'You are so clever" says the younger Miss
Beresf0rd, with unmixed scorn, shat won
der something dreadful doesn't happen to
you"
80 do l." says Terence.
swell, auntie, and whom shall we ask to
meet these men of WARP" says Kit, ignoring
him. publicly, to his great delight.
II suppose Madame OCOnnor and all her
party, and the Trenches, and Lord Ross
moyne,-who hear is still in the country,
and Penelope, my dear, will you sit
down and write the invitations now for
Friday next, as must get ready to go to the
coastrguard station? That girl Of Wilson's
is i'll, and wants to see me-"
Monica rising at this moment to leave the
room, Kit follows her.
st is really too amazing" she says when
they find themselves in the hail. ITO think
of their poisoning into real live party!I
feel quite overcome"
so do l." says Monica, laughing.
'There is only one drawback to it," says
Kit, softly; Il am so sorry Brian can't be
asked"
Monica fushes furiously, and swerves
away from her somewhat impatiently; but
reply she makes none.
There are CObwebS in my brain" saws
Kit, raising her hands languidly to her head,
with the oppressed air of one who is brave
ly struggling with bad headache. 81 think
l shall go for walk to Biddy Days to try
and rout them. promised her old mother
4 pudding the last day was there. ans to-
lay cook has it ready for me. Will you
come with me, Monica? Do"
mot to-day, think" says Monica, lazily.
81 wish you would do so hate going
anywhere by myself. Ard, somehow,
am half afraid to go alone to-day, 1 feel-so
50 faint. However" with resigned sigh,
never mind; dare say if do drop in a
deadly swoon, somebody will pick me up.
MY dear Kit, if you feel like that, don't
CO. saws Monica naturally alarmed.