Eleanor H. Porter

“ The fellow who brought that thing about did some stunt, let me tell you."
"Well, the 'fellow' was Sister Sue," boasted May importantly.
"Sue!"
"Yes. And Viola Sanderson, and Kate Farnum, and Donald Kendall—they're all coming! And Sister Sue did that."
"Great work! Well, I shan't take back what I said," retorted Gordon. "And so Donald Kendall is coming, is he?"
"Yes—and there he is now!" cried May, her eyes on the tall figure coming up the walk. "And look at the music he's got. Lucky you told your pupils not to come to-day, Sue," laughed May as she went to the door. ”

“ But Cy Bellows danced with every girl on the floor—at least a few times—besides bringing down the house with a solo clog dance between two numbers on the programme. The singer, too, danced. She danced with every daring man who asked her, and with several who did not—except with their pleading eyes. And she left with them all the memory of a charming smile and a cordial word which would long be treasured by the fortunate recipients.
Sister Sue was on the floor, and Sister Sue danced frequently. ”

“ If our singer is any worse than she is, I pity us," breathed Mrs. French with relief, taking out a lace-bordered handkerchief and starting to wipe her perspiring face with it, stopping just in time, however, and substituting one with no lace from another pocket. ”

“ You must n't clap, because she is n't coming."
The Unitarian minister then got up to introduce the singer. The Baptist and Congregationalist ministers respectively had introduced the band and the novelist with great flourish of verbal eloquence. It remained for the Unitarian to outdo them if possible. And he quite succeeded. Then appeared Viola Sanderson, in a blaze of green and gold and iridescence that "just to see" was well worth the price of admission (according to Mrs. French and her of the purple hat) . ”