A FAVOURABLE DECISION
All through dinner time, Mrs. Fayre was somewhat silent, her eyes
resting on Dolly with a wistful, uncertain expression. She wanted to
give the child the pleasure she craved, but she had hard work to bring
herself to the point of overcoming her own objections.
At last, however, when the meal was nearly over, she smiled at her
little daughter, and said, "All right, Dolly, you may go."
"Oh, mother!" Dolly cried, overwhelmed with sudden delight. "Really?
Oh, I am so glad! Are you sure you're willing?"
"I've persuaded myself to be willing, against my will," returned Mrs.
Fayre, whimsically. "I confess I just hate to have you go, but I can't
bear to deprive you of the pleasure trip. And, as you say, it would
also keep Dotty at home, and so, altogether, I think I shall have to
give in."
"Oh, you angel mother! You blessed lady! How good you are!" And Dolly
flew around the table and gave her mother a hug that nearly suffocated
her.
"There, there, Dollygirl," said her father, "go back and finish your
pudding while we talk this over a bit. Are you sure, Edith, you are
willing? I don't want you to feel miserable and anxious all the week
Dolly is cut loose from your apron string."
"No, Will; it's all right. If you and the Roses and Trudy, here, all
agree it's best for Dolly to go, it seems foolish for me to object. And
it may be for her good, after all."
"That's what I say, mother," put in Trudy. "Doll isn't a child,
exactly. She's fifteen and a half, and it will be a fine experience for
her to see a little bit of the great world. And she couldn't do it
under better conditions than at Mr. Forbes' brother's. The Forbes' are
a fine family, and you know, perfectly well, there'll be nothing there
that isn't just exactly right."
"It isn't that, Trudy. But,--oh, I don't know; I daresay I'm a foolish
mother bird, afraid of her littlest fledgling."
"You're a lovely mother-bird!" cried Dolly, "and not foolish a bit!
but, oh, do decide positively, for I can't wait another minute to tell
Dot, if I'm going."
"Very well," said Mrs. Fayre, "run along and tell Dotty, and Bernice,
too."
Dolly made a jump and two hops for the telephone, and soon the wires
must have bent under the weight of joyous exclamations.
"Oh, Dolly, isn't it fine!"
"Oh, Dotty, it's splendid! I can hardly believe it!"
"Have you told Bernice?"
"Not yet. Had to tell you first. When do we go?"
"Next Tuesday, I think. Now, you tell Bernie, so she can write to her
uncle that we accept."
And then there was another jubilation over the telephone.
"Fine!" cried Bernice, as she heard the news. "Lovely! I'd so much
rather have you two girls than any others. I'll write Uncle Jeff
to-night that I'll bring you. And I'll come over to-morrow, and we'll
decide what clothes to take, and all that."
Mrs. Fayre sighed, as Dolly reported this conversation.
"You girls can't do a bit of serious study all the rest of the time
before you go," she said. "Now, Dolly, I'll have to ask you to do your
lessons every day, before you plan or talk over the trip at all."
"Yes, mother, I will," and Dolly started at once for her schoolbooks.
It was hard work to put her mind on her studies, with the wonderful
possibilities that lay ahead of her. But she was exceedingly
conscientious, was Dolly Fayre, and she resolutely put the subject of
the New York visit out of her mind, and did her algebra examples with
diligence.
Not so, Dotty Rose. After Dolly's telephone message, she flung her
schoolbooks aside, with a shout of joy, and declared she couldn't study
that night.
"I don't wonder," laughed her father. "Why, Dot, you're going on a
veritable Fairy-tale visit. You are quite justified in being excited
over it."
"I thought you and Dolly didn't like Bernice Forbes very much," said
Mrs. Rose.
"We didn't use to, mother. But lately, she's been a whole lot nicer.
You know Doll made her sort of popular, and after that, she helped
along, herself, by being ever so much more pleasant and chummy with us
all. She used to be stuck up and disagreeable; ostentatious about being
rich, and all that. But nowadays, she's more simple, and more agreeable
every way."
"That's nice," observed Mr. Rose. "Forbes is not a popular man, nor a
very good citizen; I mean he isn't public-spirited or generous. But
he's a fine business man and a man of sound judgment and integrity. I'm
glad you're chums with his daughter, Dotty. And you ought to have a
perfectly gorgeous time on the New York visit."
"Oh, we will, Daddy; I'm sure of that. What about clothes, Mumsie?"
"I'll have to see about that. You'll need a few new frocks, I suppose,
but we can get them ready made, or get Miss Felton to come for a few
days. There's nearly a week before you start."
"I want some nice things," declared Dotty. "You know Bernice has
wonderful clothes, and I suppose her cousin has, too."
"Maybe your wardrobe can't be as fine as a rich man's daughter," said
her father smiling at her, "but I hope mother will fix you up so you
won't feel ashamed of your clothes."
"I think they'll be all right," and Mrs. Rose nodded her head. "I'll
see Mrs. Fayre to-morrow, and we'll find out what Bernice is going to
take with her. You children can't need elaborate things, but they must
be right."
The Rose family spent the entire evening talking over the coming trip,
and when Dotty went to bed she set an alarm clock, that she might rise
early in the morning to do her lessons for the day before breakfast.
She did them, too, and came to the table, smiling in triumph.
"Did all my examples and learned my history perfectly," she exulted.
"So you see, mother, my trip won't interfere with my education!"
"Oh, you can make up your lessons," said her father, carelessly. "I
wouldn't give much for a girl who couldn't do a few extra tasks to make
up for a grand outing such as you're to have."
"I either!" agreed Dotty. "But the Fayres are worried to death for fear
Doll will miss a lesson somewhere."
"Dolly learns more slowly than you," remarked her mother. "You have a
gift for grasping facts quickly, and a good memory to retain them."
"You ought to be grateful for that," said Mr. Rose.
"I am," returned Dotty. "When I see Dolly grubbing over her history, I
can't understand how she can be so long over it."
"But she's better in mathematics than you are."
"Yes, she is. She helps me a lot with the old puzzlers. She thinks
we'll study in New York. But somehow, I don't believe we will."
"Of course, you won't," laughed Mr. Rose. "Why, you'd be foolish to do
that. A fine opportunity has come to you girls, and I advise you to
make the most of it. See all the sights you can; go to all the pleasant
places you can; and have all the fun you can cram into your days. Then
go to sleep and rest up for the next day."
"Good, sound advice, Dads," said Dotty; "you're a gentleman and a
scholar to look at it like that! But I don't know as we can go about
much; I believe Mr. Forbes is quite an old man, and who will take us
about?"
"I thought the housekeeper would," said Mrs. Rose.
"I don't know at all, mother. It seems Bernie has never visited there
before, though she has been to the house. Her uncle is queer, and why
he wants his two nieces all of a sudden, and his two nieces' friends,
nobody knows. It's sort of mysterious, I think."
"Well, it's all right, as long as you're properly invited. It seems
strange Bernie's cousin didn't care to take a friend."
"Yes; I wonder what she's like. Bernice hasn't seen her since they were
little girls. She lives out in Iowa, I think. She's at school in
Connecticut somewhere. It's all sort of unknown. But I like that part
of it. I love new experiences."
"I always do too, Dot," said her father. "I reckon when you come home,
you'll have lots to tell us."
"New York isn't so strange to me," said Dotty. "I've been there a lot
of times, you know. But to go and stay in a house there,--that's the
fun. It's so different from going in for a day's shopping with mother.
Or the day we all went to the Hippodrome."
"You'll probably go to the Hippodrome again, or some such
entertainment," suggested Mrs. Rose.
"I dunno. I imagine the old gentleman doesn't favour such gaiety. And
the housekeeper lady will likely be too busy to do much for us. We
can't go anywhere alone, can we?"
"I don't know," replied Mrs. Rose. "You must be guided by
circumstances, Dotty. Whatever Mr. Forbes and Mrs. Berry say for you to
do, will be all right. Make as little trouble as you can, and do as
you're told. You'll have fun enough, just being with the girls."
"Indeed I will! Oh, I'm so glad Dolly can go. I wouldn't have stirred a
step without her!"
"No, I know you wouldn't," agreed her mother.
Next day at school recess, Bernice showed the girls a letter she had
received from Alicia.
"You know I haven't seen her in years," Bernice said; "I think she must
be more grown up than we are, though she's only just sixteen."
"Dearest Bernice:" the letter ran.
"Isn't it simply screaming that we're to camp out at Uncle Jeff's! I'm
wildly excited over it! Do you know why he has asked us? I'm not sure,
myself, but I know there's a reason, and it's a secret. I heard aunt
and father talking about it when I was home at Christmas time, but when
I drifted into the room, they shut up like clams. However, we'll have
one gay old time! Think of being in New York a whole week! I don't want
to take any of the girls from here, for fear they'd bring back tales.
Don't you bring anybody you can't trust. Oh, I've laid lots of plans,
but I won't tell you about them till I see you. Bring all your best
clothes, and ask your father for quite a lot of money, though I suppose
Uncle Jeff will give us some. I can scarcely wait for the time to come!
"Devotedly yours,
"ALICIA."
"What does she mean by a secret reason for your going?" asked Dolly.
"I haven't an idea," replied Bernice. "My father knows, though, I'm
quite sure, 'cause he smiled at that part of Alicia's letter. But he
wouldn't tell me. He only said, 'Oh, pshaw, nothing of any consequence.
It's very natural that a lonely old bachelor uncle should want to see
his little girl nieces, and it's very kind and thoughtful of him to ask
you to bring friends.' He says Uncle Jeff is not fond of company, and
spends all his time by himself. He's a scientist or naturalist or
something, and works in his study all day. So, dad says, it'll be fine
for us girls to have four of us to be company for each other."
"It's gorgeous!" sighed Dotty, in an ecstasy of anticipation. "But what
does your cousin mean by bringing a lot of money? We can't do
that,--and our parents don't let us spend much money ourselves, anyway."
"Oh, that'll be all right," said Bernice, carelessly. "We won't need
much money. And if we go to matinees, or anything like that, of course,
I'll pay, if Uncle Jeff doesn't. You two girls are my guests, you know.
You needn't take any money at all."
"All right," said Dolly, and dismissed the subject. Money did not
figure very largely in her affairs, as, except for a small allowance
for trifles, she never handled any. Nor did Dotty, as these two were
still looked upon as children by their parents.
But motherless Bernice bought her own clothes and paid her own bills;
and so generous was her father, that there was no stint, and as a
consequence, she too, cared and thought little about money as a
consideration.
"I'm a little scared of that Alicia person," said Dolly to Dotty as
they walked home from school.
"Pooh! I'm not. She's no richer than Bernie."
"It isn't that. I'm not afraid of rich people. But she seems so grown
up and--well, experienced."
"Well, sixteen is grown up. And we're getting there, Dolly. I shall put
up my hair while I'm in New York."
"Why, Dot Rose! Really?"
"Yes, that is if Alicia does. Bernice often does, you know."
"I know it. I'll ask mother if I may."
"Goodness, Dolly, can't you decide a thing like that for yourself? What
would your mother care?"
"I'd rather ask her," returned the conscientious Dolly.
Mrs. Fayre smiled when Dolly put the question. "I've been expecting
that," she said. "You'd better do as the others do, dear. If they twist
up their pigtails, you do the same."
"I'll show you how," offered Trudy. "If you're going to do it, you may
as well learn a becoming fashion."
So Trudy taught her little sister how to coil up her yellow, curly mop
in a correct fashion, and very becoming it was to Dolly.
But it made her look a year or two older than she was.
"Oh!" exclaimed her mother, when she saw her, "Where's my baby? I've
lost my little girl!"
"Just as well," said Dolly, delighted at her achievement and
pirouetting before a mirror. "It's time I began to be a little grown
up, mother."
"Yes, I suppose it is. I felt just the same when Trudy put up her curls
for the first time. I am a foolish old thing!"
"Now, don't you talk like that," cried Dolly, "or I'll pull down my
hair and wear it in tails till I'm fifty!"
"No, dear; do as you like about it. And, if you want to wear it that
way while you're in New York, do. It's all right."
More discussions came with the new dresses. Mrs. Fayre was for keeping
to the more youthful models, but Mrs. Hose felt that the girls should
have slightly older styles. Bernice's frocks were almost young ladyish,
but those were not copied.
Dotty and Dolly always had their things similar, different in colouring
but alike in style. So their respective mothers had many confabs before
the grave questions were settled.
And the result was two very attractive wardrobes that were really right
for fifteen-year-old girls. Afternoon dresses of voile or thin silk,
and one pretty party dress for each of dainty chiffon and lace. Morning
frocks of linen and a tailored street suit seemed to be ample in amount
and variety.
Bernice had more and grander ones, but the two D's were entirely
satisfied, and watched the packing of their small trunks with joyful
contentment.
Dolly put in her diary, declaring she should write a full account of
each day's happenings.
"Then that'll do for me," said Dotty. "I hate to keep a diary, and what
would be the use? It would be exactly like yours, Doll, and I can
borrow yours to read to my people after you've read it to your family."
"All right," agreed Dolly, good-naturedly, for what pleased one girl
usually suited the other.
They didn't take their schoolbooks, for it made a heavy load, and too,
all agreed that it would spoil the pleasant vacation. The girls
promised to make up the lessons on their return, and so it seemed as if
nothing marred the anticipation of their splendid holiday.