the pleasant aroma of hot bouillon with chopped parsley flavoring.

"Riches are not to be despised," she commented, when the paneled door
closed her away from friends for the moment. "I wonder Major Dale does
not let Dorothy stay with her aunt; she would know exactly how to train
her in society ways, and Dorothy is plainly cut out to be a leader where
ever she goes. I suppose," reflected the girl, "some day Mrs. White will
introduce her into her social world and then--"

A step in the hall aroused her from her rather tangled reverie, and
presently Dorothy stood before her with an immense bunch of "Jack"
roses.

"Oh!" exclaimed Tavia, in unfeigned admiration, "have you been to heaven
stealing flowers?"

"No, an angel tossed them down," replied Dorothy, "and her card said
they were for you." Whereat she held out to Tavia the "angelic" bouquet.

"Oh Dorothy Darling Dale! I never saw such flowers! I have always
thought the wild kinds prettier than those that grew so proud-like but
there is just as much difference between a Jack-in-the-pulpit and a real
Jack rose as there is between you and me!"

"Well Jack, I like you just as well as if you grew in a hot house--
better, because you have taught me the value of life's storms--you have
grown outside and know the music of the winds," and with the flowers she
gave her friend all the hug she dared risk in the presence of the
"railroad line" on Tavia's neck.