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250 WHAT NEXT? He helped Star out, and together they went up the marble steps. Mr. Rosevelt rang the bell, and then took a card from one of his pockets, and, with an arch smile, said: ‘It almost seems as if we were really fine people, doesn’t it, dressed in our best, riding about in our carriage, and sending our cards in at a brown-stone house?” ‘“Yes, indeed; and it would be such fun if we could keep it up for awhile,” Star said, gayly. ‘‘ But,” with a regretful little sigh, ‘‘ like Cinderella of old, I suppose we shall soon be aroused to the fact that our coach and horses are gone, and find the stern realities of life staring us in the face again.” _ Mr. Rosevelt laughed. ‘‘Would you like to be a fine lady, Star?” he asked. ‘‘T don’t know,” she answered, thoughtfully. ‘‘I believe I should like to “/y it for a little while, just to see how it would seem.” | There was not time for any more conversation, for the door was at this moment opened by a neat-looking servant. She appeared to recognize Mr. Rosevelt, for she greeted him with a smile, and then her eyes wandered inquiringly to Star's lovely face. She invited them to enter, and conducted them into a hand- some drawing-room on the right of the hall, when, taking eas; F.osevelt’s card, she retired, leaving them alone. ‘‘What a lovely room!” Star breathed, as her eyes roved about the apartment, over the beautiful pictures, the bright, rich carpet, the carved ebony furniture, upholstered in warm- hued satins, choice bric-a-brac, and all those fine things which add so much to a place like that. ‘‘ Your friend must bea _ ‘fine lady,’ with plenty of money,” she added. Mr. Rosevelt merely nodded his head in reply, while he watched the door with evident impatience. It was soon slowly opened, and a familiar face appeared in GOMIGDOOKS: GO