"I am going home right now, Doris," she said, "but I do not regard this as final. We shall say I am going for a visit. And when you want me to come back, just telephone. After all, I think it is a good move. Your father will soon find out what a difference I made in the home. He will be the first to want me back." She smiled without resentment. "So I quite agree with you, little General. This just suits my purpose, and I shall stay at home until--some one comes after me." "I know we are going to miss you," cried Doris sincerely. "You have always been kind to us, and we have never been able to pay you half what you deserved. And if we find we can't get along, and you are willing, we shall have you back in a hurry. But I am going to try, and I never yield until I have to." So Doris paid Miss Carlton the modest sum due her and the two parted with cordiality, Miss Carlton leaving friendly messages for the other members of the household. As soon as she was quite out of sight, Doris flew to the kitchen. "Even the Problem is amenable to a good meal," she said. "She shall have delicious cream gravy--the little glutton--and pear preserves, and apple dumplings." So eagerly and so passionately did she devote her energies to the task that she did not hear the door open behind her, and never knew her sister was at her elbow until a soft ripply voice said suddenly: "Well, Mr. General, is mess nearly ready for us?" "Oh, Rosalie," cried Doris, flinging floury arms about the girl at her side. "Oh, you dear little darling, I am so glad you came." "Why so mushy?" demanded Rosalie in a voice so soft and gurgling and throaty it made one think of tinkling waterfalls, and silver moonshine, and irresistible dimples. "Don't I _always_ come? Why all the exclamations at me?" "Because I love you, and because I am happy, and because--you scoot to the phone, will you, and call up Mr. James' residence and tell father I want him to come home to dinner to-night without fail, for very extra special reasons--apple dumplings, but you needn't tell him over the phone--and hurry, dear, before he leaves there." The General looked soberly after her sister as she danced lightly out of the kitchen. Rosalie was quite too terribly lovely for anything--that was really what made her such a Problem. And her eyes were full of dazzling witching lights, and dangerous dark shadows, her lips were rosy, pouty, tempting lips, her skin was a pearly pink and white, and her voice melting melody. "She is Problem enough now--what will she be a little later on?" thought the General anxiously as she took a loving look at her dumplings. "Where is Miss Carlton?" asked Rosalie, returning promptly. "Father says he will come immediately. Aren't the girls home yet? I suppose I must set the table then. I think you should speak to them, Doris--they are never here when you want them. Where is Miss Carlton? Won't she be here for dinner?" "No, not--"