"Very well," said Mrs. Fayre, "run along and tell Dotty, and Bernice,
too."

Dolly made a jump and two hops for the telephone, and soon the wires
must have bent under the weight of joyous exclamations.

"Oh, Dolly, isn't it fine!"

"Oh, Dotty, it's splendid! I can hardly believe it!"

"Have you told Bernice?"

"Not yet. Had to tell you first. When do we go?"

"Next Tuesday, I think. Now, you tell Bernie, so she can write to her
uncle that we accept."

And then there was another jubilation over the telephone.

"Fine!" cried Bernice, as she heard the news. "Lovely! I'd so much
rather have you two girls than any others. I'll write Uncle Jeff to-
night that I'll bring you. And I'll come over to-morrow, and we'll
decide what clothes to take, and all that."

Mrs. Fayre sighed, as Dolly reported this conversation.

"You girls can't do a bit of serious study all the rest of the time
before you go," she said. "Now, Dolly, I'll have to ask you to do your
lessons every day, before you plan or talk over the trip at all."