d by admiring you. Put on your best dress for tonight, and make him as
proud of you as you did yesterday. You can do it."

"I _will_ do it," said Bee with determination. "I have been hateful
about the dinner. I have not ordered anything for tonight. Mrs. Medulla,
you are the sweetest woman that I have ever known."

"Don't be too grateful, Beatrice. Wait and see how things turn out. I
know that you will succeed. Come tell me about it tomorrow."

"I will." Beatrice tripped lightly away; no longer troubled and unhappy,
but full of the buoyancy of hope.

Chapter XV

The Arrival of Adele

"If any loss thou hast to rue,
Act as though thou wert born anew;
Inquire the meaning of each day,
What each day means, itself will say;
Ne'er let thy breast with hate be supplied,
And to God the future confide."

--_Goethe._

There was a look of anxiety on Doctor Raymond's face as he drove up to
the house that evening. Adele's countenance, too, clouded as she glanced
about for her cousin, but no Bee was to be seen. The scientist assisted
his niece from the carriage, turned the vehicle over to Joel, and
started up the steps. All men dread scenes with their women folk, and he
was no exception to the rule.

"Tired, Adele?" he asked. "I dare say we will run across Beatrice in the
hall."

At this moment Bee came flying out. There was a flower in her hair, and
another at her belt. She looked cool and sweet as only a girl can when
she is exquisitely neat in every detail.

"I just heard you," she said brightly, giving Adele a kiss. "I was
helping Aunt Fanny with the table when I heard your voices. How is Uncle
Henry?"

"Better, Bee. Is dinner ready? I am so hungry."

"All ready," responded Bee. "Come right in. Leave your hat in the hall,
and we will go to the table at once. Are you hungry, too, father?"

"I believe that I am," rejoined Doctor Raymond, whose face had cleared
wonderfully during this conversation. "Have you repeated your success of
yesterday, Beatrice?"

"Adele is not a Lepidopterist, so I did not serve butterflies," laughed
Bee. "I am giving her chocolate ice cream, which is her favorite. Do you
like it too?"

"Yes, indeed. I have not had any in years. Are you a housekeeper also,
Adele?"

"No;" smiled Adele as they sat down to the table. "Mamma and Bee
wouldn't let me muss round. To tell the truth, I don't care much about
such things. My tastes are not all domestic. Bee wa