"Run along," Miss Theodosia said; "I'll take it over. I haven't quite got it ready yet," for there were the two little pink hearts to add,--Stefana's heart and a little dream-heart. She smiled tenderly over the fashioning of those little pink hearts. Miss Theodosia was not an artist--they wavered and leaned, but they leaned toward each other! Perhaps they were better to be little leaning hearts. She carried the cake over, covered with a napkin. There were other things, too, that she had prepared, and several trips were necessary. A mold of quivering, scarlet jelly, full of fascinating glints of light; scalloped, currant-rich cookies, a little platter of cold chicken--Miss Theodosia carried them all over covered with napkins. Evangeline was putting the finishing touches to the supper-table, which was brave with the best Flagg dishes. It was rather a pitiful little bravery, but satisfying to Evangeline. She hurried Miss Theodosia aside and talked very fast. "I've sent Stefana out with Elly Precious. We're goin' to blind her an' lead her in an' count one--two--_look_! She'll see the cake the very quickest thing! She won't cut off an inch o' the stems, so they're kind of tall up 'n' down, you see. I mean the roses. I've put a corset steel o' Mother's in an' kind of tied 'em to it. I hope you don't see any corset steel." "No." Miss Theodosia looked not at the centerpiece of roses but at the cake, the tremulous jelly, the platter,--anywhere else. "No, I don't see any, dear." "It's perfectly lovely, isn't it? Mercy gracious--oh, mercy gracious! It'll _dazzle_ Stefana. An' most every speck you did, Miss Theodosia. Won't you please stay? Won't you _please_ to please?" "No," for the sixth time persisted Miss Theodosia. "I'm going before Stefana gets back. This is a Flagg celebration, dear. Just little Flaggs." Evangeline drew a long breath. Then little twinkles lighted in her eyes. "Well," she said, "they'll be star-spangled Flaggs to-night!" She followed Miss Theodosia to the door. Even then she could not stop talking. Her excited little voice followed Miss Theodosia home. "He took us! He's blue-printing us to see if we wiggled. Elly Precious did--mercy gracious! But maybe one of him, just one, didn't. He's goin' to make reg'lar black an' white pictures of the unwiggled ones. I guess you'll be surprised when you see us!" She was surprised. John Bradford brought the little blue pictures to her the next day. They bent over them together. "Oh!" Miss Theodosia uttered softly, for the pictures were instantly tangled in her heartstrings. She could hardly bear the one unwiggled one of Elly Precious. He was draped in tall red roses; they covered his little body and trailed their stems about his outspread legs. He had the effect of peeping at Miss Theodosia through roses. But what she could see of him was Elly Precious--her baby. "Stefana posed him," the Story Man said, smilingly. "And Evangeline and Carruthers, too. Look at Evangeline."