near us."

"That will be fine!" exclaimed Betty. "When will they get here?"

"Allen can't come up until the week-end," went on Grace. "He has to
take some kind of bar examinations. For the-- high jump, I think."

"Silly!" reproved Betty, with a blush.

"But Will told me to tell you specially that Allen is coming," went on
Grace. "They can stay a few days."

"It will be fine," cried Mollie. "Any news about the papers, Grace?"

"Not a word, and no trace of Prince."

"That is queer," said Betty. "But we will live in hopes-- that Dodo
will be all right, and that the papers will be found."

"Indeed we will," sighed Grace. Mr. Lagg was bowing and smiling behind
his counter while the girls were reading their letters.

"What will it be? What will it be? What will it be to-day?
Be pleased to leave an order, before you go away!"

"Really, I don't believe we need a thing," answered Mollie, in answer
to this poetical effusion. "We might have---- "

"Some more olives," interrupted Grace. "They are so handy to eat, if
you wake up in the night, and can't sleep."