man housekeepers are thrifty and neat and
careful--why, she's exactly the person we want. How _great_ of you to
think of her, Ethel Brown!"

"You know she wanted to adopt our Belgian baby, so I guess she's
interested in poor children," volunteered Ethel Blue.

"Are our plans far enough along for us to ask her?" inquired Margaret.

"We ought to ask her as soon as we can, because Mrs. Hindenburg's plans
will be affected by the Schulers' decision," Helen reminded them.

"I think we are far enough along," decided Roger. "You see, the idea
is new to you, but I've been working at it for a good many months now,
and if we all pull together to do our share I know we can depend on the
grown-ups to do theirs."

"Shall we appoint Ethel Brown to call on Mrs. Schuler and talk it over
with her? She knows her better than the rest of us because she's seen
her at home oftener."

"Madam President, I move that Ethel Brown be appointed a committee of
one to see our Teutonic friends and work up their sympathies over the
women and children we want to help so that they just can't resist
helping too. Is your eloquence equal to that strain, Ethel?"

Ethel thought it was, and promised to go the very next afternoon. The
discussion turned to the next step to take.

"Grandfather's superintendent is going to move into the new cottage
next week," was Roger's news, "so then we can go over the old house and
see how it is arranged and decide how we'd like to change it."

"And also find out just what furniture is left and draw up a list of
what furniture we shall need."

"Had we better appoint committees for making the different
investigations?" inquired Tom, who was accustomed to the methods of a
city church.

"Later, perhaps," decided Helen. "At first I think we all want to know
the whole situation and then we can make our plans to fit, and special
people can volunteer for special work if we think it can be done best
that way."

"It's a great old plan you have there, Roger," cried Tom, thumping his
friend affectionately on the shoulder. "I bow to your giant intellect.
We'll do our best to make it a success."

CHAPTER II

MOYA AND SHEILA

Elisabeth of Belgium was walking sturdily now on the legs that had been
too weak to uphold her when she first came to Rosemont in November.
Her increasing strength was an increasing delight to all the people who
loved her--and there was no one who knew her who did not love her--but
her a