Dotty and Dolly always had their things similar, different in
colouring but alike in style. So their respective mothers had many
confabs before the grave questions were settled.

And the result was two very attractive wardrobes that were really
right for fifteen-year-old girls. Afternoon dresses of voile or thin
silk, and one pretty party dress for each of dainty chiffon and lace.
Morning frocks of linen and a tailored street suit seemed to be ample
in amount and variety.

Bernice had more and grander ones, but the two D's were entirely
satisfied, and watched the packing of their small trunks with joyful
contentment.

Dolly put in her diary, declaring she should write a full account of
each day's happenings.

"Then that'll do for me," said Dotty. "I hate to keep a diary, and
what would be the use? It would be exactly like yours, Doll, and I can
borrow yours to read to my people after you've read it to your
family."

"All right," agreed Dolly, good-naturedly, for what pleased one girl
usually suited the other.

They didn't take their schoolbooks, for it made a heavy load, and too,
all agreed that it would spoil the pleasant vacation. The girls
promised to make up the lessons on their return, and so it seemed as
if nothing marred the anticipation of their splendid holiday.