Louisa May Alcott

Proverb Stories Louisa May Alcott

"OPRIS, Pris, I'm really going! Here's the invitation-rough paper-Chapel-spreads-LyceumHall-everything splendid; and Jack to take care of me!"As Kitty burst into the room and performed a rapturous pas seul, waving the cards over her head, sister Priscilla looked up from her work with a smile of satisfaction on her quiet face."Who invites you, dear?""Why, Jack, of course, -dear old cousin Jack. Nobody else ever thinks of me, or cares whether Ihave a bit of pleasure now and then. Isn't he kind? Mayn't I go? and, O Pris, what shall I wear?"Kitty paused suddenly, as if the last all-important question had a solemnizing effect upon bothmind and body."Why, your white muslin, silk sacque, and new hat, of course," began Pris with an air of surprise. But Kitty broke in impetuously, -"I'll never wear that old muslin again; it's full of darns, up to my knees, and all out of fashion. Sois my sacque; and as for my hat, though it does well enough here, it would be absurd for Class Day.""You don't expect an entirely new suit for this occasion, -do you?" asked Pris, anxiously."Yes, I do, and I'll tell you how I mean to get it. I've planned everything; for, though I hardlydreamed of going, I amused myself by thinking how I could manage if I did get invited.""Let us hear." And Pris took up her work with an air of resignat