Something unusual was going on at Rosehaven.

Awnings were spread over the lawn, gay colored lanterns were strung all about the grounds, and a stage for outdoor tableaux had been built near the house, where a dark clump of cedars served as a background.
John Jay had orders to take the eggs directly to the cook, but his curiosity kept him standing open-mouthed on the lawn, watching the hanging of the lanterns.
[Illustration: A group of pretty Girls sat on the porch] A group of pretty girls sat on the porch steps, between the white rose-twined pillars.

One of them was tying up the cue of an old-fashioned wig with a black ribbon; another was mending the gold lace on a velvet coat, and the others were busy with the various costumes which they were to wear in the tableaux.

Now and then a gay trill or a snatch from some popular song floated out above their laughing chatter.
Suddenly one of them looked up and saw John Jay standing in the gravelled drive.
"Look, girls!" she exclaimed.

"Here's the very thing we want for our old Virginia days! Hallie looks like a picture in that lovely brocaded satin of her grandmother's, and Raleigh Stanford does the cavalier to perfection in that farewell scene.