"You tell what you'd buy, and where you'd live, and how many servants and all you'd have, if you owned a million, million dollars," she urged the lady. "That must be a great deal of money, Carolyn May," said the other thoughtfully. She had a bit of sewing in her lap--oh! something ever so coarse and commonplace. And she let her white hands remain idle while she stared out through the window at a picture the little girl could not see. "That must be a great deal of money," she repeated. "What would you do with part of it?" asked Carolyn. "What kind of house would you live in?" "Oh, I can see the house, Carolyn May," sighed the pale lady. "It would be a big, sprawling, brown stone house with white pillars before it holding up a veranda roof at the level of the second floor windows. And, oh! the cool, wide veranda itself, deep and quiet, with chairs and benches and swinging seats. It was lovely in the hot weather." "Yes, yes," said the little girl. "That would be nice! I like hammocks and swings." "And a maid to wheel out the tea wagon in the afternoon, and _real_ orange-pekoe tea and cupcakes made by Margaret--" "Who is Marg'ret?" asked Carolyn May quickly. "Oh!" said the pale lady. "That is what I will call a dear old nurse who, perhaps, has been in the family for years and years. And she makes lovely cupcakes." "Like my Aunty Rose Kennedy. _She_ makes jumbles, too," said Carolyn, nodding. "Yes?" "And a beautiful, old, shady lawn sloping down to the river, the far bank of which rises in terraces of green forest and grey rock on, oh! the most beautiful stretch of the Hudson. And in the cool of the day a lovely, smoothly running car would come around from the garage and we would go to drive in it, over the hills and far away--sometimes as far, even, as Poughkeepsie. "Sometimes we would stop for dinner at a roadside hotel, where there was music and dancing. And often we went to the Country Club and there we had regular parties." "I _love_ parties!" gasped Carolyn, with shining eyes and clasping her hands. "Do you?" almost whispered the pale lady, still with her vision set upon things a great way off. Her baby was asleep. So was Prince--brokenly--on the floor at their feet. It was hot in the kitchen, and Prince twitched his legs and occasionally snapped at a fly.