When we got home the stars were pricking out in the sky, and Patty and Ide were down by the gate, counting them. It seems, if you can count seven stars for seven nights, then the first man who touches your hand afterwards you're bound to marry. I counted my first seven, and I do hope it won't rain for a week. Although I had been so longing for tea, I hadn't been hungry, and had scarcely eaten anything when we had it. Now, I was beginning to be starved. We all sat on the verandah, and Mr. Trowbridge told us things about astronomy, in which he seems as learned as in everything else. By-and-by it was ten o'clock, and Mrs. Trowbridge asked if I weren't tired, and wouldn't like to go to bed. Then I knew the worst. There wasn't going to be any supper. We all bade each other good-night. "What time is breakfast?" I asked Mrs. Trowbridge, expecting something abnormal in the way of earliness, but my eyes did open when she said half-past six. "You don't need to get up unless you want," she went on. "Patty or Ide will carry you up something." I wouldn't hear of that, though. I said I would prefer to do what everybody else did, and I saw that this pleased Mr. Trowbridge, who had perhaps feared I would show symptoms of the pampered aristocrat. But he little knows what small pampering I get at home! By-and-by I stood at my window, watching the fireflies and envying them because they could get their own supper. Just then among the trees there was a bigger, yellower light than their tiny lanterns. A faint smell of good tobacco smoke came up. "Lady Betty, is that you?" asked Mr. Brett's voice. "Yes," I answered, pushing up the frame with the mosquito netting, and leaning over the window sill. "I've got something for you. Have you a box or basket you can let down with string, if I toss a ball of it up to you?" "There's a small waste-paper basket," I said, quite excited. He tossed, and I caught--Stan taught me how, long ago. Then I made the basket ready and sent it down. "Now," he called after a minute. I hauled the basket up carefully. "Good-night," said he. "There's a note in it, among other things. Now, pull down your mosquito net, or you'll have trouble." It was fun opening the basket. There were two chicken sandwiches in it, in a napkin, a piece of jelly cake, a peach, and an ice-cold bottle of milk. The note was just a few lines scribbled with pencil on a sheet torn from a memorandum book.