ncertain," replied Doctor Raymond. "I shall be here for the
summer at least. I have a great number of specimens to mount and to
catalogue, beside some work upon my new book. In fact, I have so much
on hand that I fear it will be very lonesome for Beatrice. Do you not
think, my child,--" with a conciliatory smile in Bee's direction, and
blundering into a second error as even the most learned of men, be they
lepidopterists or what not, sometimes will,--"do you not think that you
would better have your cousin with you for the summer?"

"No;" blurted out Bee, unable to trust herself to utter more than the
single word.

"Why, bless my soul!" ejaculated the scientist, turning an amazed glance
upon her. Mrs. Raymond interposed quickly:

"Beatrice is right, William. It has been long since she has seen you,
and you will naturally wish to spend as much time with her as possible.
I have already arranged for Adele to go to mother's for the summer. She
may come to you in the fall; if Beatrice wishes."

"Perhaps that will be better," acquiesced the traveller quietly. "And
now, as we are all here together, it may be the time and place for
explanations. I don't know whether one is due me, or to Beatrice; but I
do not understand how I received this in place of her picture. Can you
explain the mistake, my daughter?"

He drew Adele's photograph from the inside pocket of his coat as he
spoke, and handed it to Bee. She gave an exclamation of astonishment as
she saw the beautiful, laughing countenance on the cardboard instead of
her own. Then she raised her eyes, and gave Adele a long, steady look.
Adele had changed the photographs, and Bee knew that it had been done on
purpose. She saw that her cousin was a little frightened, and she
wondered what explanation she would make.

Adele was frightened. It had not occurred to her that the matter would
take on a serious aspect, and she feared to say that she had made the
exchange in fun. So she reached over and took the photograph from Bee
with a hand that trembled slightly.

"Why! It's my picture," she cried with a little hysterical giggle. "What
a mistake! I remember now they both came home together, and lay on the
desk in the library. They must have gotten mixed some way. It would have
been easy to change them."

"Why, so it would," agreed her mother with a relieved expression. "I
remember they were on the desk together. Bee must have picked up yours,
Adele, by mistake."

And Adele s