Nan; "but, no,—they aren't turning in, they're driving by!"
"Sure enough," said Bob; "mean old things,—if they couldn't come, they might at least have sent regrets."
"Here are the Stanton girls, anyway," said Patty, as two young ladies came walking towards them.
Elsie and Mildred Stanton came up to the group on the veranda with a slightly embarrassed air.
"Good-evening," said Mildred; "you look as if you were going to have a lawn-party."
"Why, we are," said Bumble, "if anybody comes to it. I'm glad you've arrived, anyway. Come in."
"But,—we weren't invited," said Elsie, a little stiffly. "We came over on an errand."
"Indeed you were invited," said Bumble, warmly. "Do you suppose I'd leave you out, my dearest chums? But really, didn't you get an invitation? How funny! They were sent out on Tuesday."
"No," said Elsie, "but if it was a mistake, and you meant to invite us, it's all right. But we
