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"You'll like them, Doll; Maisie is something like you." "She isn't a bit like Dolly," put in Genie, "'cept she's fat and yellow headed and blue eyed. But she isn't half as pretty as Dolly, so don't you mind, Dollyrinda." "Oh, I don't mind," and Dolly laughed. "I don't think a blue-eyed Towhead can be pretty anyway. I like dark eyes and dark curls best."
"Of course, it must be somewhere, look here, Dollyrinda, you don't know anything about it, do you? Honest Injun?" "How you talk, Dot. How should I know anything about it?" "But do you?" "Don't be silly." "But, DO you?" "Dotty, I'll get mad at you, if you just sit there saying, 'But do you? like a talking machine! Are you going to change your dress for luncheon?" "No, I'm not.
"Let's get the best New York can show us," chimed in Bernice. "I can't do it," said Dolly, decidedly. "My mother wouldn't like me to accept a dress from Mr. Forbes." "Oh, fiddlesticks, Dollyrinda!" said Dotty, "it's not charity. My mother wouldn't let me either, ordinarily speaking, but this is different." "How is it different?" "Why, Mr.
Do you like me as much as I like you?" "I don't know," and Dolly looked thoughtful; "I like you, of course, but I wish you'd sit stiller." "Can't; I'm always jumpy. But you do like me, don't you, Dollyrinda?" "Yes, but I can't hop into a liking the way you do. We're awfully different, you know." "'Course we are! That's what makes us like each other. Just think, Dolly, we'll be fifteen soon.
Rose looked on somewhat helplessly at the two girls, but Aunt Clara went at once at the rescue. She and Trudy lifted Dotty to her feet and found she could stand. "Try to stop screaming, dearie," said Aunt Clara, "and tell me where you're hurt." "I don't know," cried Dotty; "I don't know and I don't care! But Dolly is dead! My Dolly, my own Dollyrinda is dead!
Oh, I never heard of such meanness! Why Dollyrinda Fayre, you or I would scorn to do such a thing!" "Of course we would, Dot, but I don't know as it's up to us to tell Pauline Clifton what she ought to do." "It isn't that, Dolly; we're not her teachers, and I don't care what she does, to other people.
"I think your secret is lovely, Alicia, and I think Uncle Forbes' secret is too." "So do I," said Dotty, "and I'm glad and proud that Dollyrinda and I are chums of two such talented and distinguished girls." "And I'm glad, Alicia," said her uncle, "that you have a taste for writing. I shall be glad to help you cultivate it and I've no doubt that Mr. Turner can give you valuable advice.
Forbes was just as uncertain of what had become of that earring as as any of us were." "Well, have it your own way," and Dotty smiled good-naturedly at her chum, "but here's my decision. That thing is lost. Somehow or other, for some ridiculous reason, blame seems to be attached to my Dollyrinda. I won't stand it!
"But we must do something! Don't go to pieces, Dotty " "Go to pieces nothing! You're going to faint yourself. Now stop it, Dollyrinda," and Dotty gave her a shake. "We've got to save that child, no matter how we do it! Sit still, baby, won't you?" she called to Gladys.
"I know I'm an old bear, and a crosspatch, and everything horrid, but I'm nervous, Dotty, I AM." "I know it, old girl, but you'll get over it. I believe this city life is wearing you out! I believe it's time you went home." "Oh, I think so, too. I wish we could go tomorrow!" "Well, we can't. What has got into you, Dollyrinda? I believe you're homesick!" "I am, Dotty!
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