But motherless Bernice bought her own clothes and paid her own bills;
and so generous was her father, that there was no stint, and as a
consequence, she too, cared and thought little about money as a
consideration.

"I'm a little scared of that Alicia person," said Dolly to Dotty as
they walked home from school.

"Pooh! I'm not. She's no richer than Bernie."

"It isn't that. I'm not afraid of rich people. But she seems so grown
up and--well, experienced."

"Well, sixteen is grown up. And we're getting there, Dolly. I shall
put up my hair while I'm in New York."

"Why, Dot Rose! Really?"

"Yes, that is if Alicia does. Bernice often does, you know."

"I know it. I'll ask mother if I may."

"Goodness, Dolly, can't you decide a thing like that for yourself?
What would your mother care?"

"I'd rather ask her," returned the conscientious Dolly.

Mrs. Fayre smiled when Dolly put the question. "I've been expecting
that," she said. "You'd better do as the others do, dear. If they