Perhaps Steve hadn't been quite as disinterested as it seemed. He had met Dolly Beekman at Miss Jane Barclay's party early in the winter. They had taken a mutual fancy. Old Peter Beekman lived at the lower end of Broadway, and had a farm "up the East River," about Ninety-sixth Street. He had five girls, and the two last had been sore disappointments. But Harriet, the eldest, had married her cousin and had four Beekman boys. Two others were married. Dolly had graduated from Rutgers the year before and was now nineteen. Annette, as the old Dutch name was spelled, was not quite seventeen. Margaret had been put in her class in most branches. Steve _did_ want the Beekmans to think well of his people. He and Dolly were not declared lovers, but they understood each other. Old Peter made inquiries about the young man, and if they had not been satisfactory Stephen would soon have known it. So he felt quite assured. And though his mother talked of her sons marrying, he knew that just at first it would come a little hard to find she had a rival. "Well, Peggy," he said, Friday evening of the first week, "how does school go? Seen any girls you like?" "I've seen two that know you," and Margaret laughed. "Mary Barclay said you had been at their house. And so did Annie Beekman." "Yes, I was at Miss Beekman's party; quite a fine affair. And I've been there to play whist. They're a jolly crowd. Next winter we must have a few parties. And I'm going to get a piano." "Oh, you lovely Steve!" She squeezed his arm rapturously. "You have a very pretty voice, Peggy. Annie Beekman's sister sings beautifully. How do you like Annie?" "Why, you never can tell whether she is in earnest or quizzing you. But she's ever so much prettier than Mary. Yes, on the whole I like her." "You ought to see her sister Dolly. She has real flaxen hair and such a complexion!" "Annie has a lovely complexion, too. There are a great many pretty girls in the world. I have a curious sort of pity for those who are not a bit pretty," Margaret said sympathetically. Steve laughed and nodded, as if the idea amused him. If Margaret and Annie became friends, and if Dolly and Annie came to call--well, he was sure they would all fall in love with Dolly. And then the matter would go on smoothly. People thought more of being friendly with their relations by marriage in those days. CHAPTER IV A LOOK AT OLD NEW YORK