Rosemary

was to be the household motto. Winnie was fairly swamped with offers of help and "Miss Trudy" as she had as

ng sincerity in her kind voice. "Only tell me what to do, b

eds and dust," promised Rosemary

" chirped Shirley and was p

ced person would have made a vague reply, put off the offers with a promise to "l

I can serve and I can keep things hot when the doctor is late as he'll be many a time; but unless I can have the three meals a day printed right out and hung

"Home I write out the meals for the whole week every Sat

t abide to be called away from my baking and sweeping to tell folks where the doctor is, or why he isn'

r the telephone,

eded to clinch the remainin

to it," she announced diplomatically. "You make the beds mornings, when

Shirley. "What c

or Winnie, and help her make cookies," cried Win

o," observed Rosemary. "I can do lots

t be complaining," Winnie returned. "You'll find it's ea

to "skip" a day, and Winnie went back to her kitc

ally old interests and friends absorbed their attention and normal life was resumed with the difference that a great gap was always present and unfilled. Aunt Trudy was kindness itself and overflowing with affection for her nieces, but her attitude toward them was that of a placid outsider, gently watching them from a little

peal. "I always lose my needle when I get up; I'll meet your little friend some other tim

l attempts to carry on a conversation with his aunt, the young doctor devoted himself to his dinner, keeping, however, an observant eye on the guest and on Rosemary who listened in evident fascination to the steady stream of words. He had a call to make, immediate

ary started up as h

home, Miss Edmonds, if you'll tell me where you liv

e home all right," said Nina. "I didn't wear a

pen the door for her. "We'll have to walk. Go to bed, Rosemar

a quick sigh, and Rosemary

t, Hugh," she whis

, then the screen door shut wi

nt Trudy went upstairs. "She doesn't have to go to bed at nine o'clock an

comfortably. "She seemed to me a nice little gir

e next day to glowing accounts that rather bored her. Sarah's present interests were con

ed Sarah as they sat down to dinner the followin

volunteered to serve in his place. Aunt Trud

ined Rosemary, "and I'm going t

agnificent hair curled and shone like polished bronze. Even Aunt Trudy

e way it is," she said. "I'd

, on her way

she scolded. "The idea! Bobbing a head of hair like that

easant voice, and Doctor

esignated it to distinguish it from his home office, and he looked so wholes

u, Winnie?" he said humorously, slipping into the chair

omething about a salad, and Rosemary answered

like Nina Edmonds'," she informed her brother. "I think

e has such nice hair," m

the worst. This comes from talking foolish clatter with that empty-headed s

d Sarah scornfully. "Shirle

iend," began Rosemary,

ly. "I honestly do. I had no right to speak like that.

s bobbed," Rose

tor. "Mother told me. You certainly don't need

k Mother," su

tor Hugh announced firmly. "We'll settle our problems without bo

irls do-not just Nina Edmonds, but half the girls in school. I don't se

hind their glasses rested

ll, Rosemary, I positively forbid you to