Soon after she reached Stella's, Molly came flying over. Molly,
too, had on a clean afternoon dress, but that never endowed her
with a sense of decorum, as it did Marjorie.

"Hello, girls," she cried, as she climbed over the veranda-railing
and plumped herself down in the hammock. "What are we going to do
this afternoon?"

"Let's read," said Stella, promptly.

"Read, read, read!" said Molly. "I'm tired of your everlasting
reading. Let's play tennis."

"It's too hot for tennis," said Stella, "and, besides, you girls
haven't tennis shoes on and you'd spoil your shoes and the court,
too."

"Oh, what do you think," said Mopsy, suddenly; "I have the
loveliest idea! Only we can't do it this afternoon, because we're
all too much dressed up. But I'll tell you about it, and we can
begin to-morrow morning."

"What's your idea?" said Molly, rousing herself in the hammock and
sitting with her chin in both hands as she listened.

"Why, I read it in the paper," said Marjorie, "and it's this. And
it's a lovely way to make money; we could make quite a lot for the
Dunns. It will be some trouble, but it would be a lot of fun,
too."