Lady Littletown's invitations on this occasion had included the Honourable Misses Dymcox and their nieces Clotilde and Marie Riversley; and, like Cinderella of the story, Ruth had rather a hard time with her cousins. For, to the astonishment of the latter, a fashionable dressmaker had been down expressly from London, and their excitement over the handsome robes that had arrived knew no bounds. Their aunts had been a long time in making a move, and divers had been the consultations with Viscountess Littletown and Lady Anna Maria Morton. When at last that step was taken, it was with firmness and judgment combined. Poor Ruth was divided between longings to go to the dinner-party and admiration of her cousins' appearance, which, when they stood at last dressed, an hour before the time, parading the shabby bedroom and sweeping the skimpy pieces of Kidderminster carpet here and there with their stiff trains, was dazzling. Certainly a handsomer pair of women rarely graced a party, and the Honourable Misses Dymcox, after a careful inspection through their square florid gold-edged eyeglasses, uttered sighs of satisfaction. For the _modiste_ had done her duty well. The dresses were in the latest style, they fitted to perfection, and the girls' youth and the luxuriance of their hair quite made up for the want of jewellery to enhance their charms. The Honourable Misses Dymcox were almost as excited as their nieces, for they, too, managed to get dressed an hour before time in their lavender silk straight-up-and-down garments, to which were tacked a few old pieces of very yellow lace, supposed to be an heirloom, but certainly very unattractive, whatever it may have been when young. A very weak cup of tea had been taken, the elder ladies being in fear and trembling all the while. "No, no, children, wait!" exclaimed Miss Philippa. "Joseph, put down the cups, and tell Markes to bring here two large pocket-handkerchiefs." In due time Markes appeared. "Now, children," said Miss Philippa, "stand up. Markes, have the goodness to tie a handkerchief by two of the corners just under the young ladies' chins. It would be ruin to those dresses if they spilt any of their tea." "If you please, aunt, I don't want any tea," said Clotilde. "Neither do I, aunt," said Marie. "Hush, children! You must take your tea. It is imperative that you should enter Lady Littletown's drawing-room calm, self-possessed, and without any sign of being flushed. Markes, tie on those handkerchiefs." A red spot burned in the girls' cheeks as they submitted to the childish indignity, and when they were duly provided with their bibs they were allowed to drink their thin, washy, half-cold tea, exchanging glances the while, for their emancipation had not yet arrived. "Ruth, ring the bell," said Miss Philippa, as soon as the tea was finished, and the handkerchiefs, which had been rising and falling in a troubled fashion, had been removed.