iffness could not exist under such
conditions, and the grave scientists unbent from their dignity, and
jested and made merry like a lot of school-boys. There was admiration in
the look that Doctor Raymond bestowed upon his daughter as course
followed course, each bearing the name of a certain species of
butterfly, evolved from a resemblance of color or form to the viands.
The dessert, "The Arctics with Boisduval Marble," was ice cream frozen
in butterfly moulds and marble cake; while "Wooded Nymphs" were salted
almonds.

"Gentlemen," said one, rising as the last course--'The Mourning Cloak'
which meant black coffee--was served, "let us toast our hostess. This
has been one of the most ingenious as well as one of the most enjoyable
dinners I ever attended. It has the merit of originality, and puts to
blush the efforts of older but not wiser ladies. Doctor Raymond, I
congratulate you upon your daughter. You should be proud of her, sir."

Doctor Raymond bowed his acknowledgments, while Bee sat, so proud and
happy that she was almost overcome.

"I confess that I was a little dubious when I first saw that menu card,"
confessed her father with a smile as he finished his coffee.

"Do you mean that you did not aid her? That she did in truth plan this
alone?" exclaimed the shy gentleman in surprise. "Where then did she get
her knowledge of the subject?"

"Beatrice studied it while I was away," explained Doctor Raymond. "It
was done in order to help me in my work, I believe; and she has
certainly proved to be a very enthusiastic assistant. She is helping me
in my cataloguing this summer. Shall we go to the piazza, gentlemen?
There is just time for a cigar before your train."

They passed from the dining room, leaving Bee flushed and happy to
report their success to Aunt Fanny. Presently Joel came with the
carriage and the Lepidopterists took their departure. Doctor Raymond
laid his hand lightly upon his daughter's arm, and turned her toward
him.

"Was that entirely your own idea about the dinner?" he asked.

"Yes, father. Did you like it?"

"Very much indeed. It was admirably conceived, and most admirably
executed. Did you have no assistance beside Aunt Fanny?"

"Only Tillie," responded Bee. "Aunt Fanny didn't want any 'udder worman
traipesing erbout her kitchen.'" Bee laughed a little at the remembrance
of the negress' indignation. "She said that she could cook for men even
though they were 'satanic;' so I did the pla