e so
nicely! and grandpapa has said we may."

Mrs. Langford gave a sort of sigh. "Ah, well! you always will have your
own way, and I suppose you must; but I never thought to see such things
in my house. In my day, young people thought no more of a scheme when
their elders had once said, 'No.'"

"Yes, only you must not say so, grandmamma. I am sure we would give it
up if you did; but pray do not--we will manage very well."

"And put the whole house in a mess, as you did last time; turn
everything upside down. I tell you, Beatrice, I can't have it done. I
shall want the study to put out the supper in."

"We can dress in our own rooms, then," said Beatrice, "never mind that."

"Well, then, if you will make merry-andrews of yourselves, and your
fathers and mothers like to let you, I can't help it--that's all I have
to say," said Mrs. Langford, walking out of the room; while Fred entered
from the other side a moment after. "Victory, victory, my dear Fred!"
cried Beatrice, darting to meet him in an ecstasy. "I have prevailed:
you find me in the hour of victory. The Assassin for ever! announced for
Monday night, before a select audience!"

"Well, you are an irresistible Queen Bee," said Fred; "why Alex has just
been telling me ever so much that his mother told him about grandmamma's
dislike to it. I thought the whole concern a gone 'coon, as they say in
America."

"I got grandpapa first," said Beatrice, "and then I persuaded her;
she told me it would lead to all sorts of mischief, and gave me a long
lecture which had nothing to do with it. But I found out at last
that the chief points which alarmed her were poor Shakespeare and the
confusion in the study; so by giving up those two I gained everything."

"You don't mean that you gave up bully Bottom?"

"Yes, I do; but you need not resign your asses' ears. You shall wear
them in the character of King Midas."

"I think," said the ungrateful Fred, "that you might as well have given
it all up together as Bottom."

"No, no; just think what capabilities there are in Midas. We will
decidedly make him King of California, and I'll be the priestess of
Apollo; there is an old three-legged epergne-stand that will make a most
excellent tripod. And only think of the whispering into the reeds, 'King
Midas has the ears of an ass.' I would have made more of a fight for
Bottom, if that had not come into my head."

"But you will have nothing to do."

"That helped to conciliate. I