"Yes, mother, I will," and Dolly started at once for her schoolbooks.

It was hard work to put her mind on her studies, with the wonderful
possibilities that lay ahead of her. But she was exceedingly
conscientious, was Dolly Fayre, and she resolutely put the subject of
the New York visit out of her mind, and did her algebra examples with
diligence.

Not so, Dotty Rose. After Dolly's telephone message, she flung her
schoolbooks aside, with a shout of joy, and declared she couldn't
study that night.

"I don't wonder," laughed her father. "Why, Dot, you're going on a
veritable Fairy-tale visit. You are quite justified in being excited
over it."

"I thought you and Dolly didn't like Bernice Forbes very much," said
Mrs. Rose.

"We didn't use to, mother. But lately, she's been a whole lot nicer.
You know Doll made her sort of popular, and after that, she helped
along, herself, by being ever so much more pleasant and chummy with us
all. She used to be stuck up and disagreeable; ostentatious about
being rich, and all that. But nowadays, she's more simple, and more
agreeable every way."

"That's nice," observed Mr. Rose. "Forbes is not a popular man, nor a
very good citizen; I mean he isn't public-spirited or generous. But
he's a fine business man and a man of sound judgment and integrity.
I'm glad you're chums with his daughter, Dotty. And you ought to have