'There is a good deal here besides,' said Rollo. 'Mrs. Charteris, don't you want a bread trencher? Or a rocking chair? And here are pens.' 'Thank you. Are you going to set up a shop?' 'That is what I was going to ask him,' said Molly Seaton. 'When I do, you will not be able to buy it,' said Rollo; 'so make the most of your advantage now.' It was a very silent young duchess that sat there, all this while, amid the medley of people and things. The colour sometimes coming, and sometimes going; a smile ditto; the little fingers busy with packages, the head of brown curls bent over them. Well she knew how Rollo was shielding her by his play, amusing her inquisitive visiters, at the same time attending to her slightest movement; for his fingers came to help hers whenever a knot was too hard, or a paper wrap too obstinate, or an article too heavy for them. 'Well,' Kitty repeated, eyeing her, 'where are the presents?' 'Not on exhibition,' said Wych Hazel. 'Except in detail.' 'Don't see the details yet,' said Miss Fisher examining her. 'I have seen that opal pin before—bewildering thing! Josephine, haven't you seen them either?' 'Kitty, you are very impudent!' said Mrs. Powder laughing. 'Presents are good for nothing but to be shewn,' remarked Mrs. Charteris. 'My present is worth more than that,' said Rollo. 'It has "Waste not, want not," carved on it, if you will notice. That may be very useful to you and Mr. Charteris.' 'I wonder who is impudent now!' said Josephine. 'Well what did you wear, child?' pursued Miss Fisher. 'Stephen Kingsland fell back in a swoon when he found he had missed your wedding dress.' 'Well, I think people have duties to society,' uttered Molly Seaton. 'And society's bound to make 'em pay,' said Miss Fisher. 'I won't rest till I have seen those presents, you may be sure.' 'Use your eyes, then,' said Wych Hazel with a warning flush which Kitty remembered. 'Because they are not labelled—and never will be.' Kitty winked at Mrs. Powder. 'Stupid!' she cried,—'use my eyes, to be sure! Why there's the big apron! Of course that's a present, only she don't like to say so. The child's turned economical. Nobody ever saw Miss Kennedy protect her dress, I'll warrant. Pretty pattern, isn't it? I wonder if I could get it—against my moon—so-called—of honey?' 'The apron would be no use without the economy,' said Rollo. 'What have people so rich as you to do with economy?' 'Nobody needs it more.' 'Hear him! Then I don't know what economy means,' cried Kitty. 'I doubt if you do, my dear,' said Mrs. Powder. 'What it means?' echoed Josephine. 'Economy is being mean and pinching.' 'Economy is saving,' added Molly. 'Looks awfully proper and matronly,' said Kitty, going back to the apron. 'When will you give your first ball, Hazel? It might be a calico ball, you know,—and then all the dresses would help out with the mill hands.'