It was Ted who got hold of the guest next. "I hope you're having a good time, Mr. Kendrick," said the young son of the house, politely. "I've been so busy myself, dancing with all my girl cousins, I haven't had time to ask you." "I've been having the time of my life, Ted. I can't remember when I've enjoyed anything so much." "I saw you once with Rob. You're lucky to get her. She hasn't had time to dance once with me and I'd rather have her than any girl here, she's so jolly. She always keeps me laughing. You and she didn't seem to be laughing at all, though." "Did we look so serious? Perhaps she felt like laughing inside, though, at my awkward steps." Ted stared. "Why, you're a bully dancer," he declared. "What girl are you going to have for the Virginia reel? We always end with that--at twelve o'clock, you know." "I haven't a partner, Ted. I wish you'd get me the one I want." "Tell me who it is and I'll try. We're going down to bring up supper now, we fellows. Want to help?" "Of course I do. How is it done?" "Everything's in the dining-room and some of the younger ones go down. But we boys and men go and bring up everything for the older folks. Maybe I oughtn't to ask you, though," he hesitated. "You're company." "Let me be one of the family to-night," urged Richard. "I'll bring up supper for Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Gray and pretend they're my aunt and uncle, too. I wish they were." "I don't blame you; they _are_ the jolliest ever, aren't they? Come on, then. Rosy's looking at us; maybe she'll tell you not to go." They hurried away downstairs, racing with each other to the first floor. "Hullo! you, too?" Louis greeted the guest from the farther side of the table filled with all manner of toothsome viands, where he was piling up a tray to carry aloft. "Glad to see you're game for the whole show. Take one of those trays and load it with discretion--weight equally distributed, or you'll get into trouble on the stairs. You're new at this job, and it takes training." "I'll manage it," and the young man fell to work, capably assisted by a maid, who showed him what to take first and how to insure its safe delivery. On his way up, walking cautiously on account of the cups of smoking bouillon which he was concerned lest he spill, he encountered a rose-coloured brocade frock on its way down. "Good for you, Mr. Kendrick," hailed Roberta's voice, full and sweet. He paused, balancing his tray. "Why are you going down? Won't you let me bring up yours when I've given this to Unc--to Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Gray?" "Are you enjoying your task so well? Look out, keep your eye on the tray! There's nothing so treacherous to carry as cups so full as those." "Stop laughing at me and I'll get through all right. All I need is a little practice. Next time I come up I'm going to try balancing the whole thing on my hand and carrying it shoulder-high." "Please practice that some time when you're all alone in your own house."