'Jerusalem! said Uncle Eb. 'Is it possible?'
'That's grand! said Hope. 'Tell us about it.'
Then I told them of my interview with the great editor and of what
I had done since.
'Ye done wonderful!' said Uncle Eb and Hope showed quite as
much pleasure in her own sweet way.
I was for going to my room and beginning to write at once, but
Hope said it was time to be getting ready for dinner.
When we came down at half-past six we were presented to our
host and the guests of the evening - handsome men and women in
full dress - and young Mr Livingstone was among them. I felt
rather cheap in my frock coat, although I had thought it grand
enough for anybody on the day of my graduation. Dinner
announced, the gentlemen rose and offered escort to the ladies,
and Hope and Mrs Fuller relieved our embarrassment by
conducting us to our seats - women are so deft in those little
difficulties. The dinner was not more formal than that of every
evening in the Fuller home - for its master was a rich man of some
refinement of taste - and not at all comparable to the splendid
hospitality one may see every day at the table of a modern
millionaire.
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