Elinor Wyllys, vol 1 | Page 7

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keep him from mischief, we locked him up in one of the out-houses. It
is to be hoped in the morning he will be sober enough to tell his
errand."
The matter thus settled, nothing farther was thought of it at the time,
and in another moment the game of chess was won, and the flower
secured in a becoming position. Mrs. Stanley had been watching
Elinor's movements with a smile.
"You are an expert hair-dresser; the flowers are much prettier as you
have arranged them," said the lady to her young friend.
"Is it not a great improvement? They looked heavy as Jane had
arranged them before--I have taken out more than half," replied Elinor.
Mrs. George Wyllys looked up from the newspaper she was reading,
and suggested a change.
"I think the clematis would look better on the other side."

"Do you really think so, Aunt Harriet? I flattered myself I had been
very successful: it strikes me that it looks very well."
"What is it that looks so well, ladies?" said Mr. Wyllys, rising from the
chess-table and drawing near the young people. "The flower? Yes, the
flower and the face are both very pretty, my dear. What is it? a
honeysuckle?"
"No indeed, grandpapa," answered Elinor, "it is a clematis--this is a
honeysuckle, a monthly honeysuckle, which Jane had twisted with it;
but to my fancy the clematis is prettier alone, especially as it is so
precious--the very last one we could find."
"Why don't you put the honeysuckle in your own hair, Nelly? it is a
very pretty flower. Being queen of the evening, you should certainly
wear one yourself."
"Oh, I never wear flowers, grandpapa; I cannot make them look well in
my hair. This bouquet must proclaim my dignity to-night."
"It is pretty enough, certainly, my child, for any dignity--"
"Is it not rather large?" said Harry. "Why, Elinor, you have smothered
my humble offering in a whole wilderness of sweets!"
"Not quite as bad as that," said Elinor, smiling--"I only put with yours,
a few Aunt Agnes and Miss Patsey gave me--look at Jane's if you wish
to see a bouquet of a reasonably fashionable size."
"Bouquets are worn very large this summer," said Jane Graham, in a
languid tone, resting her beautiful eyes on the bunch in her hand.
"Fashion even in flowers!" exclaimed Mr. Wyllys.
"So it would seem," replied Elinor, smiling.
"And, pray," said Harry, taking a rose from a vase near him, "if a friend
were to offer a flower for your belt, since you will not place one in your
hair, would fashion permit it to be worn?"

"I don't believe it would, Nelly," said her grandfather.
Elinor looked just a little embarrassed, and a little pleased.
"Thank you," she said, taking the rose Harry offered; and while
securing it in her sash, she felt that she coloured. But the flush was
scarcely observed on a cheek as dark as hers.
"Well, Agnes, it is high time your friends came, unless they expect a
rout," said Mr. Wyllys, stepping towards a window to look out. "Who
are we to have?"
{"rout" = a large evening party}
"Your new neighbours, sir, the Taylors; your old friends, the Hubbards,
Van Hornes, Bernards--"
"I hope you will like the Taylors, Agnes; but I don't know much about
them. I am glad you thought of asking them this evening, for he
brought me a letter, you remember, from New York."
{"letter" = a letter of introduction}
"As there is a young lady in the family, and a son just grown up, I
thought they might like to dance," replied Miss Agnes. She then turned
to Mrs. Stanley, and asked that lady, who lived in New York, if she
knew anything of these new neighbours of theirs.
"I never heard of them," replied Mrs. Stanley. "But they may be very
important people, and make a great deal of noise, for all that; as I only
see my old friends, and live so quietly myself, I don't even know the
names of half the people who pass for fashionable."
"I never suspected our new neighbours of being fashionable," replied
Mr. Wyllys; "but I hope they will turn out pleasant, sensible people, for
your sake, ladies; and, then, if Taylor is a chess-player, that will leave
nothing farther to be desired."
"Here comes somebody, at last!" exclaimed Mrs. George Wyllys,

hearing a carriage. "The Van Hornes, I suppose."
"I beg your pardon," said Hazlehurst, who was standing near the
window, "that is the Taylor equipage; why the 'tastiness' of the Taylor
barouche is visible even by moonlight."
{"barouche" = four-wheeled carriage with room for four passengers
inside}
The party in the carriage, consisting of father and mother, son and
daughter, soon alighted, and appeared in the