“Jennie Hapgood! Jennie Jane Jemina Jerusha Happiness—_good_! How ever came you here?” Dorothy was excited, too, when she saw the pretty girl whom Tavia greeted with such ebullition; but she looked beyond Jennie Hapgood, the expected guest from Pennsylvania. There was the boys’ new car beside the station platform and Ned was under the steering-wheel while Nat was just getting out after Jennie. Of course, the two girls just back from New York were warmly kissed by Jennie. Then Nat came next and before Tavia realized what was being done to her, she was soundly kissed, too! “Bold, bad thing!” she cried, raising a gloved hand toward the laughing Nat. But it never reached him. Then Dorothy had to submit—as she always did—to the bearlike hugs of both her cousins, for Ned quickly joined them on the platform. Tavia escaped Ned—if, indeed, he had intended to follow his brother’s example. “What is the use of having a pretty cousin,” the White boys always said, “if we can’t kiss her? Keeps our hands in, you know. And if she has pretty friends, why shouldn’t we kiss them, too?” “Did you boys kiss Jennie when she arrived this morning?” Tavia demanded, repairing the ruffled hair that had fallen over her ears. “Certainly!” declared Nat, boldly. “Both of us.” “They never!” cried Jennie, turning very red. “You know I wouldn’t let these boys kiss me.” “I bet a boy kissed you the last thing before you started up here from home,” teased Nat. “I _never_ let boys kiss me,” repeated Jennie. “Oh, no!” drawled Ned, joining in with his brother. “How about Jack?” “Oh, well, _Jack_!” “Jack isn’t a boy, I suppose?” hooted Nat. “I guess that girl he’s going to marry about Christmas time thinks he’s a pretty nice boy.” “But he’s only my brother,” announced Jennie Hapgood, tossing her head. “Is he really?” cried Tavia, clasping her hands eagerly. “Is he really my brother?” demanded Jennie, in amazement. “Why, you _know_ he is, Tavia Travers!” “Oh, no! I mean are they going to be married at Christmas?” “Yes. That is the plan now. And you’ve all got to come to Sunnyside to the wedding. Nothing less would suit Jack—or father and mother,” Jennie said happily. “So prepare accordingly.” Nat raced with Tavia for the bag she had dropped. He got it and clung to it all the way in the car to The Cedars, threatening to open it and examine its contents. “For I know very well that Tavia’s got oodles of new face powder and rouge, and a rabbit’s foot to put it on with—or else a kalsomine brush,” Nat declared. “Joe and Roger want to paint the old pigeon house, anyway, and this stuff Tavia’s got in here will be just the thing.”