exciting thoughts that night, and it was almost morning when she finally
fell asleep. Even then she dreamed of all;--the fortune her father was
to have in trust, the wicked man who had been trying to get it, and the
poor wife and child who were hidden away somewhere, perhaps now
starving. In her dreams she became Nellie, and she tried, oh, so hard,
to find her own father, the dear major. The worry of it even in sleep
gave Dorothy a severe headache, and when she awoke she found her nerves
still throbbing and her brow hot and feverish.

"Oh, I'll be so glad to go to school to-day," she thought. "I am tired
of all this worry, and it will be good to be back with the girls again."

"Doro, let me in! Let me in!" little Roger was calling at her door, and
before she had a chance to finish dressing, her little brother had his
soft white arms about her neck.

"Now, don't you look. You can't see until I've given you a quart of
kisses, then you have to promise not to cry."

"Cry? What for?" she asked.

"Cross your heart, first," he insisted.

Then she saw that his curls were gone.

"Oh, darling!" she exclaimed, "who did it?"

"Jake, the barber. And daddy said so. He said you should not bother with
tangles any more. Now don't you dare cry. You promised."