"
"Mrs. Travilla, may I have the pleasure of helping you to ice cream?" he
asked. "There are two kinds, vanilla and lemon. Let me give you both."
"If you please," she answered, with a slightly amused look; for though
Aunt Wealthy had spoken in an undertone, the words had reached her ear.
"Which will you have, dearies?" said the old lady, drawing near the young
girls' corner, "travilla cream or melon?"
"Lemon for me, if you please, Aunt Wealthy," replied Lottie.
"And I will take Travilla," Elsie said, low and mischievously, and with a
merry twinkle in her eye.
"But you have no cake! your plate is quite empty and useless," exclaimed
the aunt. "Horace," turning towards her nephew, who was chatting with the
doctor at the other side of the room, "some of this cake is very plain;
you don't object to Elsie eating a little of it?"
"She is quite grown up now, aunt, and can judge for herself in such
matters," he answered smiling, then turned to finish what he had been
saying to the doctor.
"You will have some then, dear, won't you?" Miss Stanhope inquired in her
most coaxing tone.
"A very small slice of this sponge cake, if you please, auntie."
"How young Mr. Travilla looks," remarked Lottie, "younger I think, than he
did four years ago.
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