Rosamond beamed happily, for she was not unused to flattering
observations from the family. And, indeed, she was a delicious-
looking morsel of humanity, as she sat in her high chair, and
tried her best to "behave like a lady."

The table was decorated with June roses and daisies. The dinner
included Marjorie's favorite dishes, and the dessert was
strawberries and ice cream, which, Kitty declared, always made a
party, anyway.

So with the general air of celebration, and Mr. Maynard's gay
chatter and jokes, the little trace of sadness that threatened to
appear was kept out of sight, and all through the summer Marjorie
had only pleasant memories of her last evening at home.

After the dessert the waitress appeared again with a trayful of
parcels, done up in the most fascinating way, in tissue paper and
dainty ribbons.

This, too, was always a part of the farewell feast, and Marjorie
gave a little sigh of satisfaction, as the well-filled tray was
placed before her.

"That's mine! Open mine first!" cried Rosamond, as Marjorie picked
up a good-sized bundle.

"Yes, that's Rosy Posy's," said her mother, laughing, "and she
picked it out herself, because she thought it would please you.
Open it first, Midge."