In the sunny morning-room there prevailed an atmosphere of business. Rosemary, at the desk, was rapidly writing notes and addressing envelopes. Theodore, a deep wrinkle crossing his forehead, was struggling to reduce to order a confused heap of crumpled and illegible papers. Before him lay little heaps of silver and small gold, which he moved and counted untiringly, referring now and then to various entries in a large, flat ledger. Mrs. Bancroft, stepmother of these two, was in a deep chair, with her lap full of letters. Now and then she quoted aloud from these as she opened and glanced over them. Lastly, Ann Weatherbee, a neighbor, seated on the floor with her back against Mrs. Bancroft's knee, was sorting a large hamperful of silver spoons and crumpled napkins into various heaps. "There!" said Ann, presently. "I've finished the napkins--or nearly! Tell me, whose are these, Aunt Nell?" Mrs. Bancroft reached a smooth hand for them and mused over the monograms. "B--B--B--?" she reflected. "Both are B's, aren't they? And different, too. This is Mrs. Bayne's, anyway--I was with her when she bought these. But these--? Oh, I know now, Ann! That little cousin of the Potters',--what was her name, Rosemary?" "Sutter, madam! Guess again." "No; but her unmarried name, I mean?" "Oh, Beatty, of course!" supplied Ann. "Aren't you clever to remember that! I'll tie them up. Oh, and should there only be eleven of the Whiteley Greek-borders?" she asked presently. "One was sent home with a cake, dear,--we had too much cake." "We always do, somehow," commented Rosemary, absently, and there was a silence. The last speaker broke it presently, with a long sigh. "At your next concert, mamma, I shall insist upon having 'please omit flowers' on the tickets," said Rosemary, severely. "I think I have thanked forty people for 'your exquisite roses'!" "Poor, overworked little Rosemary!" laughed her stepmother. "You can look for a new treasurer, too," said Theodore. "This sort of thing needs an expert accountant. No ordinary brain...! What with some of these women rubbing every item out three or four times, and others using pale green water for ink, nobody could get a balance." Mrs. Bancroft, smiling serenely, leaned back in her chair, "Aren't they unkind to me, Ann?" she complained. "They would expect a poor, forlorn old woman--Now, Rosemary!" For Rosemary had interrupted her. Seating herself upon the arm of her stepmother's chair, she laid a firm hand over the speaker's mouth. "Now she will fish, Ann," said Rosemary, calmly. "Fish!" said Ann, indignantly. "After last night she doesn't have to FISH!" "You bet she doesn't," said Theodore, affectionately. "Not she! She got enough compliments last night to last her a long while." "_I_ was ashamed of myself," confessed Rosemary, with her slow smile; "for, after all, WE'RE only her family! But father, Ted, and I went about the whole evening with broad, complacent grins--as if WE'D been doing something."