ould hear her roll her phrases! "There is
no more adventurous or thrilling career in the annals of historic Delphi
than that of the illustrious Scotchman. Making his way through the perils
of the wilderness, he came from Quebec with a party of fur traders and
pioneer explorers."

"Don't hit too far back, Kit," interrupted Peggy, alertly. "If he was a
founder in '71, you can't have him trotting over wilderness trails with
Marquette and Lasalle, you know."

"Nevertheless," responded Kit, ignoring the levity of her nearest
neighbor, "he is one of the heroes of our Wisconsin pioneer times. He
came here in his early twenties, and married Lucia, the daughter of
Captain Peter Morton. Their daughter was Mary, and, girls, she was the
mother of one of our classmates, the very same Mary who went through Hope
and graduated with high honors. You'll find her initials carved in Number
10 across the hall, and her portrait--the only one I could find--is in
this graduating group."

The girls all crowded forward to look at the group photograph which Kit
held out to them, just as a knock came at the door. For one dramatic
instant Kit held the knob, her back against the door as she announced in
almost a whisper:

"The granddaughter of Malcolm Douglas."

The girls leaned forward, eagerly, every eye fixed upon the door. As Kit
said afterwards, laughingly to Anne:

"Goodness knows who they expected to see, but I almost felt as though I
had promised them the excitement of a live mummy and then had sprung
Marcelle. Oh, but wasn't she splendid, Anne? The way she stood the
introduction and the shock of finding herself the guest of honor. As I
looked at her, I thought to myself, you may be Douglas, and you may be
Morton, fine old Scotch and English stock, but if it wasn't for the dash
of debonair Beaubien in you too, you could never carry this off the way
you are doing."

Marcelle was not the only person present who had to fall back on inherent
caste for their manners of the moment, but Tony was the only one that gave
an audible gasp. Even Peggy and Norma smiled, and greeted the Founder's
granddaughter in the proper spirit.

She was dressed in white, just a plain kilted skirt and smock, but Kit
gloried in the way she took her place beside Charity at the tea table, and
parried the questions of the girls with laughing ease.

"Of course," she said, with the little slight accent she seemed to have
caught from her father and old Grandmother B