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Nor did her memory ever lose the picture of her father, as he came alone to see her the next day after her entrance into the academy, standing before the Misses Kinsington who were as good as they were thin, and as sweet as they were aristocratic winning their impetuous approval with the confession that the atmosphere of a male college even though it was Rosemont was not good for a young girl.

When John came into possession, Garnet, his party being once more in power, had cunningly arranged for Rosemont not to be taxed on its improvements, but only on its land, and March discovered nothing. In the land boom Garnet kept the odd sixty acres, generally supposed to be a part of Widewood, out of sight, and induced John to deed it to his mother.

Every one was pleased and the financial result was so satisfactory that Rosemont soon began to blossom like the flower from which it was named. "Team work certainly does pay," commented Roger enthusiastically when the Club met again to talk over the great day. And every one of them agreed that it did.

Fair asked a question and he laughed again. "O! no, it was only a passing thought. If anybody 'busts Rosemont wide open' it'll have to be Leggett. O! no, I " He played with his spoon. Fair's response must have been complimentary. "Thank you," said March; "why, thank you!"

"If you'll allow me," he said; "I have an errand in Rosemont tomorrow and I'd be very glad to show you the way." Miss Merriam's blue eyes rested on him questioningly. "I'm an 'in-law' of the Club," he explained. "My brother and sister, Tom and Della, are devoted members of the U. S. C. and sometimes they let me join them." "The doctor's bull-dog is an 'in-law, too," laughed Mrs. Smith.

I rather guess you've made the big find of the afternoon," and Dicky swelled with pride as his brother patted him on the shoulder. When it became time to go home the Ethels offered to take the short cut to Rosemont and get the rubber tips for the children's arrows.

The windows of Rosemont had for some time been red with lamplight when they fastened their horse to a swinging limb near the spring-house and walked up through the darkening grove to the kitchen. Virginia received her son with querulous surprise. "Gawd's own fool," she called him, "fuh runnin' off, an' de same fool double' an' twisted fo' slinkin' back."

The chirp of a lone cricket somewhere under the floor led her forth in a half dream beyond the town and the gleaming turnpike, across wide fields whose multitudinous, tiny life rasped and buzzed under the vibrant heat; and so on to Rosemont, dear Rosemont, and the rose mother there. Her fan stops.

He said he had come this time from "quite a good deal" of a stay in Texas and Mexico, and his father had written him that he was needed at home. "Which is absurd, you know," he added to Barbara. "Per-fect-ly," she said. But he would not skirmish. "Yes," he replied. "But all the same I have to go. I'm sorry." "We're sorry at Rosemont." "I shall be sorry at Widewood," echoed March.

Edward Watkins was the speaker. He and Miss Merriam were walking through a wooded path that ran from Rosemont to Rose House. The day was warm and the shade of the trees was grateful. "How is your patient?" asked Gertrude. "Getting on very well, but the doctors won't let him travel yet." "Have you heard lately from your doctor in Oklahoma?" "I hear about every day!