look for a new treasurer, too," said Theodore. "This sort of
thing needs an expert accountant. No ordinary brain...! What with some
of these women rubbing every item out three or four times, and others
using pale green water for ink, nobody could get a balance."

Mrs. Bancroft, smiling serenely, leaned back in her chair,

"Aren't they unkind to me, Ann?" she complained. "They would expect a
poor, forlorn old woman--Now, Rosemary!"

For Rosemary had interrupted her. Seating herself upon the arm of her
stepmother's chair, she laid a firm hand over the speaker's mouth.

"Now she will fish, Ann," said Rosemary, calmly.

"Fish!" said Ann, indignantly. "After last night she doesn't have to
FISH!"

"You bet she doesn't," said Theodore, affectionately. "Not she! She got
enough compliments last night to last her a long while."

"_I_ was ashamed of myself," confessed Rosemary, with her slow smile;
"for, after all, WE'RE only her family! But father, Ted, and I went
about the whole evening with broad, complacent grins--as if WE'D been
doing something."

"Oh, _I_ was boasting aloud most of the time that I knew her
intimately," Ann added, laughing. "Just being a neighbor and old friend
shed a sort of glory even on me!"

"Oh, well, it was the dearest concert ever," summarized Rosemary,
contentedly. "The papers this morning say that the flowers were like an
opera first night--though _I_ never saw any opera singer get so many
here--and that hundreds were turned away!"

"'Hundreds'!" repeated Mrs. Bancroft, chuckling at the absurdity of it.

"Well, mamma, the hall WAS packed," Ted reminded her promptly. He
grinned over some amusing memory. "...Old lady Barnes weeping over
'Nora Creina,'" he added.

"Ann, I didn't tell you that Dad and I met Herr Muller at the gate this
morning," said Rosemary, "shedding tears over the thought of some of
the Franz songs, and blowing his nose on his blue handkerchief!"

"And you certainly did look stunning, mamma," contributed Ted.

"Children... children!" protested Mrs. Bancroft. But the pleased color
flooded her cheeks.

Another busy silence was broken by a triumphant exclamation from
Theodore, who turned about from his table to announce:

"Three hundred and seven dollars, ladies, and thirty-five cents, with
old lady Baker still to hear from, and eight dollars to pay for the
lights."

"WHAT!" said the three women together. Theodore repeated the sum.

"Nonsense!" cried Rosemary. "It