4O MISS KATY-DID AND MISS CRICKET. 



&quot; The fact is, my dear Colonel,&quot; she said, &quot; I am thinking 

 of giving a party, and you must help me make out the 

 lists.&quot; 



&quot;My dear, you make me the happiest of Katy-dids.&quot; 



&quot;Now,&quot; said Miss Katy-did, drawing an azalia-leaf towards 

 her, &quot;let us see, whom shall we have? The Fireflies, of 

 course ; everybody wants them, they are so brilliant ; a 

 little unsteady, to be sure, but quite in the higher circles.&quot; 



&quot;Yes, we must have the Fireflies,&quot; echoed the Colonel. 



&quot;Well, then, and the Butterflies and the Moths. Now, 

 there s a trouble. There s such an everlasting tribe of 

 those Moths ; and if you invite dull people they re always 

 sure all to come, every one of them. Still, if you have 

 the Butterflies, you can t leave out the Moths. 



&quot;Old Mrs. Moth has been laid up lately with a gastric 

 fever, and that may keep two or three of the Misses Moth 

 at home,&quot; said the Colonel. 



&quot; Whatever could give the old lady such a turn ? &quot; said 

 Miss Katy. &quot;I thought she never was sick.&quot; 



&quot; I suspect it s high living. I understand she and her 

 family ate up a whole ermine cape last month, and it dis 

 agreed with them. 



&quot;For my part, I can t conceive how the Moths can live 

 as they do,&quot; said Miss Katy, with a face of disgust. Why, 

 I could no more eat worsted and fur, as they do &quot; 



&quot;That is quite evident from the fairy-like delicacy of 



