Then Major Dale, and Dorothy's brothers, Joe and Roger, were to take a
long-promised cruise on the St. Lawrence, so that Dorothy was quite at
liberty to plan for herself.

But these plans could never interfere with a visit to the Cedars, the
White's summer home, and here, on the afternoon of which we write,
Dorothy found herself at last surrounded by her family, and submerged
in their joyous welcome.

"Roger, how you have grown!" she kept saying as her eyes, time after
time, sought out the "baby" brother of whom Dorothy was so fond. "And
Joe! Why, you are getting to look so much like Nat----"

"Here, now! No knocking!" called out the jolly Nat. "I don't want to
be handsome, but I simply refuse to look ten years younger!" This last
was said in imitation of the "lady-like way" girls are supposed to
have in expressing their compliments.

"And me?" asked Ned, pulling himself up out of his high-enough height
before his cousin. "What is the verdict? Am I not--ahem--stunning?"

"You are big enough, that's sure," admitted Dorothy, giving him a
look of unstinted admiration, "and as to being stunning--I just
imagine that you are even that--in your golf suit."

"There now!" and Nat went off into kinks; "he has to wear knickers to
look cute. You ought to see me in my football togs if you want to
behold something really magnificent."