to give up her pleasure just because you can't share it."

"Foolish or not, she won't go," repeated Dolly. "I know my Dot, and
when she says she won't do a thing, she just simply doesn't do it!"

"I'd be sorry to be the means of keeping Dotty at home," and Mrs.
Fayre sighed deeply.




CHAPTER II

A FAVOURABLE DECISION


All through dinner time, Mrs. Fayre was somewhat silent, her eyes
resting on Dolly with a wistful, uncertain expression. She wanted to
give the child the pleasure she craved, but she had hard work to bring
herself to the point of overcoming her own objections.

At last, however, when the meal was nearly over, she smiled at her
little daughter, and said, "All right, Dolly, you may go."

"Oh, mother!" Dolly cried, overwhelmed with sudden delight. "Really?
Oh, I am so glad! Are you sure you're willing?"

"I've persuaded myself to be willing, against my will," returned Mrs.
Fayre, whimsically. "I confess I just hate to have you go, but I can't
bear to deprive you of the pleasure trip. And, as you say, it would