Susan soon came down to assist her mother, and was delighted at the prospect of taking her meals in the sitting-room, feeling that it was a decided social promotion. Moreover, like all young girls, she longed for companionship, and believed that Mildred would now be more approachable. By and by Roger came from the barnyard in his working-clothes, and seeing no preparations for breakfast in the kitchen, exclaimed: "So we heathen must sit down to the second table to-day." "Yes, if you wish. Susan and me are going to take our breakfast in the sitting-room with Mrs. Jocelyn and her family." "Am I not invited?" he asked a little anxiously. "There's no need of any invitation. You have as much right there as I have, only I would not come in looking like that." "They won't like it--this new arrangement." "It seems to me that you have grown very considerate of what they like," put in Susan. "Miss Jocelyn proposed it herself," Mrs. Atwood said, "and if you and father would fix up a little and come in quietly and naturally it would save a deal of trouble. If I can't get a little rest on Sunday I'll wear out." Roger waited to hear no more, and went hastily to his room. Mr. Atwood was more intractable. He distinguished the Sabbath from the rest of the week, by making the most of his larger leisure to grumble. "I'm in no state to sit down with those people," he growled, after the change and the reasons for it had been explained to him. "I'm glad you feel so," his wife replied; "but your old clothes have not yet grown fast to you; you can soon fix yourself up, and you might as well dress before breakfast as after it."