Since her return Sylvia has looked pale and seemed less buoyant.  She is much disappointed because her plan of going to Rockcliffe to see her class graduate cannot be carried out.  Miss Lavinia had promised to go with her, and the poor child was looking forward to a week of girlish pleasure among the friends with whom she had spent two years, when, lo and behold! the rose and strawberry festival, that the Lady of the Bluffs had stirred up for the benefit of the hospital, assumed such huge proportions that the entire colony became involved, and the dates conflicting, it was impossible for Sylvia to leave home without entirely tipping over her mother’s plans.

The places on the north side of the Bluff road are to be thrown open, grand-chain fashion, each contributing something by way of entertainment, games, a merry-go-round brought with great expense from the city, fortune telling, a miniature show of pet animals, and an amateur circus, being a few of the many attractions offered.

The spectators are to pay a fee and enter by the Ponsonbys’, the first place on the south, and gradually work their way up to the Jenks-Smiths’, where the rose garden and an elaborate refreshment booth will be reached.  The Latham garden is too new to make any showing, but Mrs. Latham, who has been much in New York of late, promises something novel in the way of a tea room in her great reception hall, while Mrs. Jenks-Smith insisted that Sylvia should have charge of her rose booth, saying:  “Your name’s suitable for the business, you’ll look well in a simple hat and baggy mull gown, such as artists always want to put on the people they paint, and I must positively have some one who’ll stay by me and see that things are not torn to bits, for all the rest of the girls will slide off with the first pair of trousers that comes along.  Anyway, you don’t match the little Ponsonby and Chatfield minxes that your mother has chosen for her six Geisha girls, for you are a head taller than the bunch.”

Nothing is talked of now but this fete.  Of course it will help the hospital, even though ten times the amount is being spent upon the preparation than any sum that can possibly be made for the charity; but it pleases the people to spend.  Father says that the Whirlpoolers are already bored; that they have used up the place, for the time being, and if it were not for this festival, the Bluffs would be deserted for Newport and Long Island long before July.

Social ambition has even infected our rector’s jolly little wife, who has never felt able or called upon to entertain in any but the most informal way.  After hearing the report of a clerical luncheon in New York, where the clergyman sat at the foot of his own table with a miniature shepherd’s crook before him, and the favour beside the plate of each female guest consisted of a woolly lamb, she, not to be outdone, immediately imperilled the possibility of a new winter gown by inviting all the non-resident members of the congregation to lunch, and serving the ice cream in a toy Noah’s Ark, while the animals from it were grouped about a large dish of water, to form an appropriate decoration in the centre of the table, and sugar doves at each plate held leaves in their mouths, upon which the name of the guest was neatly pricked with a pin.