"I feel as if I knew you," Mrs. Berry said, and her kindly grey eyes
beamed at them both. "Now I must learn to tell you apart. Dolly with
golden hair,--Dotty with black. Is that it?"

"Is Alicia here?" asked Bernice, eagerly.

"No; she's coming in at the other station. She won't arrive for an
hour or more. Where are your checks? Let George take them."

The footman took the checks and looked after them, while Mrs. Berry
piloted the girls to the waiting motor-car.

It was a large and very beautiful limousine, and they all got in, and
were soon rolling up Fifth Avenue.

"How splendid it all is!" exclaimed Dolly, looking out at the crowds."
It seems as if we must get all snarled up in the traffic, but we
don't."

"Kirke is a very careful driver," said Mrs. Berry, "and he understands
just where to go. How you've grown, Bernice. I haven't seen you for
two years, you know."

"Yes, I have. We're all getting to be grown-ups, Mrs. Berry. Isn't
Alicia?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her for a long time. But she's at a very
fashionable school, so I suppose she is full of notions."

"What are notions?" asked Dolly, smiling up into the speaker's eyes.