this business about the papers."

"So do I. Wasn't it unfortunate?"

"Yes. How is little Dodo coming on?"

"Not very well, I'm afraid," and Grace sighed. The injury to the child
hung like a black shadow, over her. "The specialist is going to see
her soon again. He has some hopes."

"That's good; cheer up, Sis! Come on down town and I'll blow you to a
soda."

"'Blow'-- such slang!"

"It's no worse than 'hike.'"

"I suppose not. Wait until I fix my hair."

"Good night!" gasped Will. "I don't want to wait an hour. I'm
thirsty!"

"I won't be a minute."

"That's what they all say." But Grace was really not very long.

In answer to a telephone message next day the three chums assembled at
Betty's house.

"I think we will go for a little trip all by ourselves on the river