She laughed softly as she moved about the tiny rooms, and thought of
the quaint, merry party that would at least be original.
"The cottage is small, and so it will have to be a little party, but
we'll call it 'small and select,'" she said.
A light tap at the door, made her turn, and she hastened to open the
screen door, that Rose might enter.
"The fine house, and fine friends don't make you forget your Aunt
Judith, dear," she said.
"Oh, I'll never forget you," Rose said, "and I'll come to see you now
I'm to live so near. To-day I'll sit beside you while you sew. I'll
sit in the little chair that was always mine."
"It is yours now, dear, and, whenever you come, I'll 'play,' as you
and Polly say, I'll 'play' that you are once more living here at the
cottage."
There was news to be told. Uncle John was to have a fine conservatory
built, and later it would be stocked with beautiful flowering plants.
Lena Lindsey was to give a fine party some time during the Winter, and
Leslie Grafton, and her brother Harry had already hinted that there
would be gaiety at their home.
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