of her evenings.

Cecile's entrance now put an end to her father's embarrassment, and he
cried out heartily:--

"Hey! how fine we are!"

Madame Beauvisage turned round abruptly and cast a look upon her
daughter which made the girl blush.

"Cecile, who told you to dress yourself in that way?" she demanded.

"Are we not going to-night to Madame Marion's? I dressed myself now to
see if my new gown fitted me."

"Cecile! Cecile!" exclaimed Severine, "why do you try to deceive your
mother? It is not right; and I am not pleased with you--you are hiding
something from me."

"What has she done?" asked Beauvisage, delighted to see his daughter
so prettily dressed.

"What has she done? I shall tell her," said Madame Beauvisage, shaking
her finger at her only child.

Cecile flung herself on her mother's neck, kissing and coaxing her,
which is a means by which only daughters get their own way.

Cecile Beauvisage, a girl of nineteen, had put on a gown of gray silk
trimmed with gimp and tassels of a deeper shade of gray, making the