`` I 'm proper glad , dear . Now you all go to bed and lay as late as you like to-morrow . I 'm so kinder worked up I could n't sleep , so Saul and me will put things to rights without a mite of noise to disturb you ; '' and Aunt Plumy sent them off with a smile that was a benediction , Sophie thought . `` The dear old soul speaks as if midnight was an unheard-of hour for Christians to be up . What would she say if she knew how we seldom go to bed till dawn in the ball season ? I 'm so wide awake I 've half a mind to pack a little . Randal must go at two , he says , and we shall want his escort , '' said Emily , as the girls laid away their brocades in the press in Sophie 's room . `` I 'm not going . Aunt ca n't spare me , and there is nothing to go for yet , '' answered Sophie , beginning to take the white chrysanthemums out of her pretty hair . `` My dear child , you will die of ennui up here . Very nice for a week or so , but frightful for a winter . We are going to be very gay , and can not get on without you , '' cried Emily dismayed at the suggestion . `` You will have to , for I 'm not coming . I am very happy here , and so tired of the frivolous life I lead in town , that I have decided to try a better one , '' and Sophie 's mirror reflected a face full of the sweetest content . `` Have you lost your mind ? experienced religion ? or any other dreadful thing ? You always were odd , but this last freak is the strangest of all . What will your guardian say , and the world ? '' added Emily in the awe-stricken tone of one who stood in fear of the omnipotent Mrs. Grundy .
`` Guardy will be glad to be rid of me , and I do n't care that for the world , '' cried Sophie , snapping her fingers with a joyful sort of recklessness which completed XXXXX 's bewilderment .
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