by a girl who
had once stamped her foot and declared she would never work for a
living.

"A friend of brother Richard's, an actor, lent him his bungalow on the
coast for the summer, and Mama and Madeleine and I spent four months in
it, with Richard down for the week-ends. It was a pretty bungalow with a
big living-room and a broad piazza at the back looking right out to sea,
and Madeleine conceived the notion of opening a tea-room there. Richard
was willing and so was Mama and we started in right away. Madeleine had
all sorts of schemes for advertising in the post office and at the
general store, and at last we had a sign painted and hung out in front
on a post. The coast road goes by the house and streams of automobiles
are passing all day long, so that we began to have lots of customers
immediately. I don't know how it happened, but it was a sort of
fashionable meeting place for all the people in the neighborhood. Pretty
soon we had to buy dozens of little blue teapots and crates of cup and
saucers and plates. Even Mama helped with the sandwiches and Richard,
too, when he could come down. But you should have seen Madeleine. Every
afternoon she put on a cap and apron and turned waitress. She served
everybody. She was the neatest, quickest, prettiest little waiting maid
you ever saw. Mama and I worked in the kitchen filling orders. Sometimes
the sandwiches would give out and then Mama and I and Bridget, our
Irish maid who has stayed with us through everything, would slice bread
like mad. Madeleine knew dozens of different ways of making sandwiches.
We used to make up dishes of fillings ahead of time and keep them on
ice. Sometimes at night we were so tired we'd simply fall into bed, but
we succeeded beyond our wildest dreams and we had a splendid time in
spite of the hard work."

"I think you are wonderful," cried Molly. "I should never even have
hoped to make anything like that go."

"It's Madeleine who is the wonder," broke in Judith loyally. "She has
the brains and energy of a real genius."

"Are you down at O'Reilly's this winter? I haven't seen either one of
you to speak to before."

"Oh, yes, we have the same old rooms. I'm working up in two or three
different subjects and taking a course in physical culture with a view
to teaching it. You know, we are going to open a school, Madeleine and
I?"

"Where?" demanded Molly, filled with interest in her old-time enemy's
schemes.

"We don't know yet. It may be i