nd they all went
elsewhere. She never could recollect where she went or what she saw; but,
as everyone else has been and seen over and over again, I won't fuss with
detailing it.

The visitor from the country reached home in a carriage in the small hours
in the morning, and Janice received her, looking somewhat nervous.

"This is pretty late," she ventured to remind the bearers; but as they
didn't seem to think so, and she was a maiden, wise beyond her years, she
spoke no further word, but went to work and undressed the aged reveller,
got her comfortably established in bed, and then left her to get a good
sleep, an occupation which occupied the weary one fully until two that
afternoon.

When she did at last open her eyes it was several minutes before she knew
where she was. Her brain seemed dazed, her intellect more than clouded. It
is a state of mind to which those who habitually go about in hansoms at
the hour of dawn are well accustomed, but to Aunt Mary it was painfully
new. She struggled to remember, and felt helplessly inadequate to the
task. Janice finally came in with a glass of something that foamed and
fizzed, and the victim of late hours drank that and came to her senses
again. Then she recollected.

"My! but I had a good time last night!" she said, putting her hand to her
head. "What time is it now, anyhow?"

"Breakfast time," cried the handmaiden. "You'll have just long enough to
eat and dress leisurely before you go out."

"Oh!" said Aunt Mary blankly; "where 'm I goin'? Do you know?"

"Mr. Denham told me that you had promised to attend an automobile party at
four."

"Oh, yes," said Aunt Mary hastily. "I guess I remember. I guess I do. I
saw Jack wanted to go, so I said I'd go, too. I'm a great believer in
lettin' the young enjoy themselves."

She looked sharply at Janice as she spoke, but Janice was serene.

"I didn't come to town to do anything but make Jack happy," continued Aunt
Mary, "and I see that he won't take any fresh air without I go along--so I
shall go too while I'm here. Mostly. As a general thing."

"Mr. Mitchell called and left these flowers with his card," Janice said,
opening a huge box of roses; "and a man brought a package. Shall I open
it?"

Aunt Mary's wrinkles fairly radiated.

"Well, did I ever!" she exclaimed. "Yes; open it."

Janice proceeded to obey, and the package was found to contain an
automobile wrap, a pair of goggles and a note from Clover.

"My gracious