Presently she got up and went away from her window . Deserted even by Miss Ponsonby , I went grumpily to bed . Then Mrs. George Hubbard gave a big dance . Jerry and I were pleasantly excited . The Hubbards were the smartest of the Glenboro smart set and their entertainments were always quite brilliant affairs for a small country village like ours . This party was professedly given in honour of Stephen Shaw , who was to leave for the west again in a week 's time . On the evening of the party Jerry and I went to our room to dress . And there , across at her window in the twilight , sat Miss Ponsonby , crying . I had never seen Miss Ponsonby cry before . `` What is the matter ? '' I called out softly and anxiously . `` Oh , nothing , '' sobbed Miss Ponsonby , `` only -- only -- I 'm invited to the party tonight -- Susan Hubbard is my cousin , you know -- and I would like so much to go . '' `` Then why do n't you ? '' said Jerry briskly . `` My father wo n't let me , '' said Miss Ponsonby , swallowing a sob as if she were a little girl of ten years old . Jerry had to dodge behind the curtain to hide a smile . `` It 's too bad , '' I said sympathetically , but wondering a little why Miss Ponsonby seemed so worked up about it . I knew she had sometimes been invited out before and had not been allowed to go , but she had never cared apparently . `` Well , what is to be done ? '' I whispered to Jerry .
`` Take Miss Ponsonby to the party with us , of course , '' said Jerry , popping out from behind the XXXXX .
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