CHAPTER XII.
MRS. LANGLEY AND AGNES GO OUT TO DINNER.
An agreeable surprise is something like sunshine in November; it warms up the constitution, mentally and physically.
Such a surprise did Mrs. Langley receive the morning that followed the evening on which Achmet Dey and his Sultana held their private conversation on the affairs of state. "Agnes!" she exclaimed, reading a note with elevated eyebrows, "just fancy! here is an invitation for you and me to dine with the Dey's wife or wives!"
"Oh! won't that be delightful?" cried Agnes, coming from the court into the room where her mother sat, with such a bound, that she filled with sympathetic excitement the heart of the small negro girl from beyond the Zahara, and caused her to rock the cradle too violently.
"There, you've bumped it again; I knew you would!" said Mrs. Langley, in tones of despair.
Poor Zubby's first awful glance of mingled de-
