ord, then you can let them out in the washing."

"That's a fine idea. You do have such splendid ideas, Cynthy."

"They are mostly Rachel Winn's," laughed the young girl.

They had a capable woman in the kitchen now. Cynthia should have been
mastering the high art of housekeeping, people thought, instead of
running about so much and driving round in the pony carriage with Miss
Winn, or a girl companion. Of course, there was plenty of money, but one
never quite knew what would happen.

John Loring was building his house as people who could did in those
days. They would not be able to finish it all inside, and there was a
nook left for an addition when they needed it. Polly was to have some of
grandmother's furniture, and John's mother would provide a little.
Corner cupboards were quite a substitute in those days for china
closets, and window-seats answered for chairs. But there was bedding and
napery, and no one thought of levying on friends. Relatives looked over
their stock and bestowed a few articles. Cynthia thought of the stores
in the old house and wished she might donate them. She did pick out some
laces from her store, and two pretty scarfs, one of which Polly declared
would be just the thing to trim her wedding hat, which was of fine
Leghorn. So she would only have to buy the feather.

They haunted the stores and occasionally picked up a real bargain. Even
at that period shoppers did not throw their money broadcast.

"Cynthia Leverett is the sweetest girl I know," Polly said daily, and
Bentley was of the same opinion.

They were to stand at the wedding.

"And I want you to wear that beautiful frock that you had when Laura
Manning was married. I shall only have two bridesmaids, you and Betty,
but I want you to look your sweetest."

And surely she did. They had a very nice wedding party and the next day
Polly went to her own house and had various small tea-drinkings, and she
arranged them for Saturday so Bentley could come up. They were
wonderfully good friends, but Cynthia felt as if she had outgrown him.
In her estimation he was just a big friendly boy that one could talk to
familiarly. Anthony was more backward in the laughter and small-talk.

Then there was the college degree. There was no such great fuss made
over commencement then, no grand regattas, no inter-collegiate
athletics, for it was a rather serious thing to begin a young man's life
and look forward to marriage.

He went straight to Mr. C