“Fiddlesticks!” Rose cried out. “Doctor Crowder really cannot be admitted: he makes such a noise eating his soup, that it is really quite disagreeable.” And she imitated the gurgling noise performed by the Doctor while inhausting his soup, in such a funny way that Fitz saw inviting him was out of the question. “Besides, we mustn't have too many relations,” Rosa went on. “Mamma, of course, is coming. She doesn't like to be asked in the evening; and she'll bring her silver bread-basket and her candlesticks, which are very rich and handsome.” “And you complain of Blanche for being too stout!” groaned out Timmins. “Well, well, don't be in a pet,” said little Rosa. “The girls won't come to dinner; but will bring their music afterwards.” And she went on with the list. “Sir Thomas and Lady Kicklebury, 2. No saying no: we MUST ask them, Charles. They are rich people, and any room in their house in Brobdingnag Gardens would swallow up OUR humble cot. But to people in OUR position in SOCIETY they will be glad enough to come. The city people are glad to mix with the old families.” “Very good,” says Fitz, with a sad face of assent--and Mrs. Timmins went on reading her list. “Mr. and Mrs. Topham Sawyer, Belgravine Place.” “Mrs. Sawyer hasn't asked you all the season. She gives herself the airs of an empress; and when--” “One's Member, you know, my dear, one must have,” Rosa replied, with much dignity as if the presence of the representative of her native place would be a protection to her dinner. And a note was written and transported by the page early next morning to the mansion of the Sawyers, in Belgravine Place. The Topham Sawyers had just come down to breakfast; Mrs. T. in her large dust-colored morning-dress and Madonna front (she looks rather scraggy of a morning, but I promise you her ringlets and figure will stun you of an evening); and having read the note, the following dialogue passed:-- Mrs. Topham Sawyer.--“Well, upon my word, I don't know where things will end. Mr. Sawyer, the Timminses have asked us to dinner.” Mr. Topham Sawyer.--“Ask us to dinner! What d----- impudence!” Mrs. Topham Sawyer.--“The most dangerous and insolent revolutionary principles are abroad, Mr. Sawyer; and I shall write and hint as much to these persons.” Mr. Topham Sawyer.--“No, d--- it, Joanna: they are my constituents and we must go. Write a civil note, and say we will come to their party.” (He resumes the perusal of 'The times,' and Mrs. Topham Sawyer writes)-- “MY DEAR ROSA,--We shall have GREAT PLEASURE in joining your little party. I do not reply in the third person, as WE ARE OLD FRIENDS, you know, and COUNTRY NEIGHBORS. I hope your mamma is well: present my KINDEST REMEMBRANCES to her, and I hope we shall see much MORE of each other in the summer, when we go down to the Sawpits (for going abroad is out of the question in these DREADFUL TIMES). With a hundred kisses to your dear little PET, “Believe me your attached “J. T. S.”