"I ran in to see the baby a minute before I left," Ethel Blue explained to Mrs. Watkins, "and Dr. Watkins was there and he asked me to tell you that Aunt Louise had invited him to stay to dinner." "Edward is becoming a very uncertain character, like all doctors," said Edward's mother. "I think he is," remarked Ethel Brown to Ethel Blue who sat beside her. "He was just saying 'Good-bye' to Miss Gertrude when I left, and he must have stayed on after all." Everybody had contributed something to the table decorations, but no one had seen them all assembled and they all paid themselves and each other compliments on the prettiness of the various parts and Della and Dorothy on the effectiveness of the whole. In the center was a glowing centerpiece made of three scarlet paper hearts, each about eight inches high placed with the pointed ends up and the lower corners touching so that they made a three-sided cage over the electric light. From the top a tiny Cupid aimed his arrow at the guests before him. Della and Tom had designed this warm-hearted lantern. Half way between the centerpiece and the plates a line of dancing figures ran around the table linked to each other by chains made of wee golden hearts. Ethel Blue had drawn and painted these paper dolls, so that each represented one of the Club members and they served as place cards as well as ornaments. "I seem to see myself in Miles Standish's armor," said James. "Does that mean that I'm to sit here where I can admire my warlike appearance?" "It does," said Della, "and I've put Priscilla next you so that for once you can cut out John Alden. Here's John Alden--that's you, Roger, and here's a little Russian for you to take home to Dicky." "Where am I?" "And I?" "And I?" cried one after the other. "Can't you guess? This is the Muse of History," pointing to a white-robed figure holding a scroll. "Helen, of course," they all shouted. "And isn't this Hallowe'en witch Ethel Brown?" "It really looks like her!" "And what do you guess about this songstress?" "Dorothy, and the young lady knitting is Della." "Right." "I hate to think that that's my face looking out of that cabbage," protested Margaret, "but Ethel Blue has a wonderful ability to catch likenesses." "That's you, Mrs. Stalk of the Cabbage Patch, just as clearly as if it were your photograph." "One of these two is mine and the other is for Edward," guessed Tom. "Am I one of the Great Twin Brethren and is Edward's the Pied Piper?" "Right again. And this is Ayleesabet herself, and the Guardian Angel is Miss Merriam." "She _is_ an angel, isn't she!" exclaimed Della. "Look at these dozens of tiny hearts. Ethel Brown cut out those and James made them into the chains." "Paste, paste," groaned James melodramatically. "My future calling is that of bill-poster."