very pleasant neighbors at the next cottage--one young girl among them."

"This is splendid," Tavia said. "We can invent new games here. I think
'tree-toad' would be a novelty."

Presently the luggage was taken in by the man, while the girls followed
Mrs. White up the broad staircase to their rooms.

"Now, my dears," said their hostess, as she opened the doors to two
connecting rooms, "here is where you will 'pitch your tents' as the boys
would say. I hope you will be comfortable, but should you need anything
Dorothy knows the plan of this house--just ask for anything you want.
I'll leave you now. We will lunch as soon as you feel refreshed."

"But, auntie," called Dorothy, as Mrs. White passed into the hall,"
won't you come here a moment? I have a very interesting thing to tell
you," and as Mrs. White stepped back to the door again, Dorothy snatched
the hat from Tavia's head.

Instantly the "installment" hair fell to the waist on one side, and
clung to Tavia's neck at the other.

"Why!" exclaimed the aunt. "What on earth has happened to the child's
locks?"

"Hair tonic model," laughed Dorothy, "sit down, auntie, and I will tell
you."

Mrs. White took the uninjured mass of golden brown tresses into her
hands.