Sir Ronald, Doctor Frank, papa, and Mr.Stanford are all invited." Rose's delight at the news banished all memory of the unpleasant scene just over.

A ball was the summit of Rose's earthly bliss, and a ball at the Ponsonbys' really meant something.

In ten minutes her every thought was absorbed in the great question, "What shall I wear ?" "To-day is Wednesday," thought Rose.

"Thursday one, Friday two, Saturday three, Monday four, Tuesday five, Wednesday six, Thursday seven.

Plenty of time to have my new silk made.