'Harriet!' exclaimed she, addressing herself to a young lady, who
called herself Howard, but whose real name was Brown--Jane
Brown--'Harriet!' exclaimed she, 'Captain Bouncey is going to give a _fete
champetre_ under those lovely cedars.'
'Oh, how nice!' exclaimed Harriet, clapping her hands in
ecstasies--theatrical ecstasies at least.
'It must be Sir Harry,' replied the billiard-table man, not fancying being
'let in' for anything.
'Oh! Sir Harry will let us have anything we like, I'm sure,' rejoined Miss
Glitters.
'What is it (hiccup)?' asked Sir Harry, who, hearing his name, now joined
the party.
'Oh, we want you to give us a dance under those charming cedars,' replied
the lady, looking lovingly at him.
'Cedars!' hiccuped Sir Harry, 'where do you see any cedars?'
'Why there,' replied Miss Glitters, nodding towards a clump of evergreens.
'Those are (hiccup) hollies,' replied Sir Harry.
[Illustration]
'Well, under the hollies,' rejoined Miss Glitters; adding, 'it was Captain
Bouncey who said they were cedars.
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