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Imogen slept late the next morning, later than she had ever done in her life; for she was new to gay doings, and when at last she opened her eyes, it was but to close them again with a sleepy smile as she gradually recalled the scenes of the night before.
"How nice it was! I wonder if all girls enjoy their first real grown-up party as much," she thought. "I wonder if Major Winchester will manage the skating. " (For a hard frost had set in somewhat prematurely.) "What fun it would be, only I'm afraid I shall tumble about dreadfully. I wonder," as another recollection suddenly returned to her mind, "what he meant when he said he wanted to have a little talk with me to-day -- to tell me something; it must be something particular, for he whispered `Remember about our talk to-morrow,' last thing. Mother noticed it, but I wasn't going to tell her all he said; she is so -- so fanciful!"