Rose scrambled into the china-closet as rapidly as possible, and there refreshed herself by making faces at Debby, while she settled her plumage and screwed up her courage.

Then she crept softly down the hall and peeped into the parlor.

No one appeared, and all was so still she felt sure the company was upstairs.

So she skipped boldly through the half-open folding-doors, to behold on the other side a sight that nearly took her breath away.
Seven boys stood in a row all ages, all sizes, all yellow-haired and blue-eyed, all in full Scotch costume, and all smiling, nodding, and saying as with one voice, "How are you, cousin ?" Rose gave a little gasp, and looked wildly about her as if ready to fly, for fear magnified the seven and the room seemed full of boys.

Before she could run, however, the tallest lad stepped out of the line, saying pleasantly, "Don't be frightened.