"Aunt Jane reads them, too," added Marjory. "There's some money that is to be used for my education and for nothing else. When I've finished with High School I'm to go to College." "Oh well," laughed, Jean, lightly, "you're safe for another five years." "_I_'m not," returned Henrietta. "I'm going next September, and if Grandmother had known how the schools were going to be you wouldn't be having the pleasure of my company now. She says I'm getting thin in the pursuit of knowledge--it's too scattered, in Lakeville. That's why she made me ride to-day." "Look!" cried Mabel, her eyes bulging with astonishment. "She's really making lace!" "It's for you," said Henrietta, flashing a bright glance at Mabel. "It's an apology, Mam'selle, for my past--and perhaps my future--misdeeds." "I _said_ I didn't like you," blurted honest Mabel, "but I do." "Don't depend on me," sighed Henrietta. "I don't wear well. You'll find the real me rubbing through in spots. Granny says I'm an imp that came in one of Dad's Hindoo boxes." "Why does your grandmother call you Midge?" asked Bettie. "Because she doesn't like Henrietta. You see, I have five names--they do that sort of thing on the other side--and I take turns with them. When I find out which one suits me best, I'll choose that one for keeps." "What are they?" demanded Mabel. "Henrietta Constance Louise Frederika Francesca--you see, there isn't a really suitable name in the lot. But when you have five quarrelsome aunts, as Father had, you have to please all or none of them by giving your poor helpless baby all their horrid names. Call me Sallie--I've _always_ wanted to be Sallie." "Think of anybody," laughed Jean, "with as many names as that wanting a new one." "Where's that baby you adopted?" asked Henrietta, abruptly changing the subject. "Didn't one of you adopt a baby or something like that?" "It was Mabel," replied Marjory. "The rest of us are pretty good, but Mabel's sort of thoughtless about borrowing things. She just happened to borrow an unreturnable baby, one day." "Where is it now?" "At Mr. Black's. Her name is Rosa Marie." "I'd like to see her," said Henrietta, carefully moving a pin. "Stay to luncheon," urged Jean. "Father's away, so there'll be plenty of room. Afterwards we can all pay a visit to Rosa Marie." "I'm afraid," said Marjory, "she's getting to be a burden to Mrs. Crane." "Yes," agreed Bettie, "but it isn't Rosa Marie's fault. Mrs. Crane has been reading a lot of books about bringing up children--you know she never had any. Before she discovered how many things _might_ happen to a baby she was quite comfortable; but now she's always certain that Rosa Marie is coming down with something." "And she doesn't seem very bright," mourned Jean. "Who--Mrs. Crane?" "No, Rosa Marie. You see, we don't know exactly how old she is--Mabel didn't think to ask--but she seems big enough to be lots smarter than she is. We're rather disappointed in her."