. St. Nicholas [serial] . and things were in this sad conditionwhen it came evening, and my Aunt Dorothy andUncle George started for the ball. I rememberstanding at the window and seeing them driveaway in the sleigh, and wondering if there evercould be another afternoon so sad as that had been, THE GOVERNOR S BALL. 151 —and I really think, my dears, that I never hadone sadder, for the strength to bear always came withthe trouble afterward, and then I was only a childand took things to heart more. Now I must tell you about my Aunt Dorothy, asnear as I can, in the way she used to tell
. St. Nicholas [serial] . and things were in this sad conditionwhen it came evening, and my Aunt Dorothy andUncle George started for the ball. I rememberstanding at the window and seeing them driveaway in the sleigh, and wondering if there evercould be another afternoon so sad as that had been, THE GOVERNOR S BALL. 151 —and I really think, my dears, that I never hadone sadder, for the strength to bear always came withthe trouble afterward, and then I was only a childand took things to heart more. Now I must tell you about my Aunt Dorothy, asnear as I can, in the way she used to tell and I used to make her go over the storyagain and again, till we had it almost by heart. Well, it seems that my aunt and Uncle Georgerode along in the sleigh, up the hill and into thetown, by the road that the stage took every day;and after a while they came to the Governorshouse. There were colored lamps before the door, andservants in blue and scarlet; and, when the guestswere inside, there was a great hall with broad. stairs, and other servants in blue and scarlet toshow them their way. My Aunt Dorothy said she wished she couldshow us how grand everything was, with scarlethangings up and down the room, and marblestatues, and paintings that some one had broughtover from France long before. But as soon as they had been presented to theGovernor and his lady, my Aunt Dorothy said she began to feel quite at home—the more especiallyas the Governor gave her his hand and called her my dear, and then spoke to his son, who gaveher his hand and asked her to dance. So they went through minuets in a stately man-ner, and it seemed to my Aunt Dorothy quite likea dream that she should be dancing minuets withthe Governors son, among the scarlet hangingsand statues and the grand people ; for my auntwas quiet, and liked rather to stay at home withher own friends. They had been dancing a long time, my auntsaid, when she began to notice how uncomfortableher head was. One place seemed to be o
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