The dainty bed, in its pretty chamber, was draped with antique lace, over blue silken curtains, with a spread to match; draperies of the same kind hung at the windows, and all the toilet articles were of costly china, most beautifully decorated. The boudoir, or sitting-room, was fitted up with every convenience, and all those pretty trifles which young girls so much admire, carpeted with wreaths of forget-me-nots and golden-hearted daisies. The furniture was covered with richest brocade of the same design, while the full-length mirror, in its massive blue and gold frame, revealed, as Star went up to it, a beautiful maiden, with shining hair, gleaming eyes, smiling coral lips, and glowing cheeks—a fitting tenant for this lovely bower. “Allow me to introduce you to the heiress of Jacob Rosevelt, the millionaire,” said the old gentleman, taking her hand and bowing before the fair apparition in the glass. “How do you like her?” “I can’t tell just yet, she is such a new creature; but,” with a roguish look up into his eyes, “I’m very fond of the millionaire.” “Thank you, Miss Gladstone; your favor is most highly appreciated,” he returned, laughing. “But come, you must see my bachelor den;” and he led her across the hall to a room over the dining-room, and here she found every comfort, if something less of elegance. Opposite her sitting-room there was a great chamber, furnished in crimson and gold, while up another flight were the servants’ rooms. Mrs. Blunt’s room was on the lower floor, where she could conveniently overlook her assistants at all hours. “It is like a story,” Star said, when they had been the rounds and came back to the library; “and now what are we to do next, Uncle Jacob?” Her plans had all been for work, and now that she found there was to be no more toil or care for her—nothing but pleasure and what her own sweet will dictated, she hardly knew where or how to take up the thread of her life again; therefore the query: “What are we to do next, Uncle Jacob?” CHAPTER XXV. STAR’S DELIGHT. “What are we going to do next?” Mr. Rosevelt repeated. “Why, enjoy it all, to be sure. I have waited a good while for this good time, and now I am going to make the most of it. First, Miss Gladstone must attend to that very important item, Miss Gladstone’s wardrobe, which must be suitable for her position; and Star, I shall be quite particular upon that point; let it be both rich and elegant. Then, as the hot weather comes on, there will be a trip to Newport and the White Mountains, or some other place equally pleasant, and after that—well, something else, I suppose,” he concluded, with a smile. Star heaved a sigh of delight. It was nice, after all, to be surrounded by all this beauty and elegance, and to have everything heart could wish.