So, on this particular occasion, the elder daughter avowing in a high, excited voice that not many pleasures came in her way, and that when one did come she meant to take it, let her mother be pleased or let her be teased, the objections were speedily silenced. Leaving the shop for once in the care of Mr. Pretty, Mrs. Day went upstairs for the pleasure of seeing her girls once more in gala attire. "I have taken the liberty of ordering a fly for the young ladies," Mr. Gibbon said as he and the mother sat awaiting the appearance of the pair. "Oh, Mr. Gibbon, if you would go with them, and see them safe to the Assembly Rooms I should be so much obliged." Mr. Gibbon, with great solemnity of mien, thoroughly realising the responsibility of the office, undertook to do so. He, for his part, was going to take his chance of hearing the great singer with the expenditure of a shilling only. He would be in the Promenade, but his eyes should be on the Miss Days, and if protection were required by them he would be at hand. Mrs. Day was by no means sure in her anxious heart that her daughters might not need the strong arm of the male to defend them. She thought as she surveyed them while they awaited the arrival of the fly that no mother had ever possessed such treasures to guard. Bessie was always especially comely in evening dress. Her plump, clearly pale cheeks were now pink with excitement. Her white skin against the black ribbon round her throat and threaded through the lace over her ample young bosom was dazzlingly fair. "Mama, I'm afraid my frock is dreadfully short; even now that Emily has let down the hem," Deleah said, looking anxiously toward her extremities. "It shows _all_ my feet!" It showed the ankles too, truth to say; but what did that _matter_ when the feet were so small and pretty, and the ankles so elegantly slim? The wonder to the mother was to see how, since that white silk dress had been worn before, the girl's beauty had grown to perfection. "Do you think it looks ridiculous, mama?" referring anxiously to the scantiness of the skirt and the unblushing exposure of the feet. "Not at all ridiculous, my dear." What did any imperfection of raiment matter with a face and head like Deleah's; as exquisitely moulded, as delicately poised on her slender throat as a flower on its stalk? "There's a tiny bit of hair awry," the mother said, caught the girl's little chin in her hand and passed her fingers over the shadowy black hair for the mere pleasure of caressing it. When Mr. Gibbon came in presently it was seen he had changed into dress-clothes, in which attire he had never before appeared. "But, Mr. Gibbon, you need not have taken the trouble to dress for the shilling places!" Mrs. Day told him. "I am to have the honour of escorting the two young ladies," he said. He was red in the face, and appeared bashful and ill at ease in the costume which they saw was a new one.