She had wished to see dear little Rose Atherton among her other guests,
simply because she thus could see her more in the same way that she
saw the other children, and she wanted to judge if she looked like
that other little Rose Atherton who once had worn that same gown.

Uncle John knew that it was to be a children's party, but he decided
to accept Aunt Judith's invitation to be present, and enjoy their
pleasure with her.

Shouts of laughter greeted his costume! Knee breeches of yellow linen,
a waistcoat of white linen damask, with lace frills on his bosom and
at his wrists, together with a coat of flowered striped material, made
him look like some old portrait suddenly alive.

Rose close beside him, in the pretty frock that Aunt Judith had loaned
her, clung to his right arm as they entered together, little Sprite
Seaford on his left.

Her gown was one that her great grand aunt had once worn, and it was
most becoming. Uncle John Atherton had especially asked her to go to
the party with Rose and himself. Her yellow hair was braided in two
long braids and crowned with a muslin cap. Her frock was blue, with
white blossoms upon it, and from its belt hung a steel bead bag that
held her handkerchief.

Gwen was not invited.

Aunt Judith detested her rude ways, and she would not choose a guest
who might spoil a pleasant evening by her bad behavior.