IN HONOR OF MARCELLE "I think you ought to preside, Kit," Charity said as she arranged the tea table more handily before the corner couch.

"It's your party, and you ought to pour." "Takes too much concentration," Kit returned.

"Anne'll help you.

I want to have my mind perfectly clear to manage the thing.

You see, Marcelle doesn't know a blessed thing about it yet, and there's no knowing how she'll take it.