ABSTRACT
To-night we are going out to tea!!! And with whom? With the kind of people who always like me most unaccountably—old ladies. Two queer desolate old ladies, one stout, quiet, because ponderous, in manner slow, conceited, but very lonely. She is an authoress and much likes reciting her poems! The other quick, noisy, active, an enormous talker, and a very old acquaintance of our family.
