And then they reached the big house on upper Fifth Avenue, and as they
entered, Dolly felt a little appalled at the grandeur everywhere about
her. Not so Dotty. She loved elegance, and as her feet sank into the
deep soft rugs, she laughed out in sheer delight of being in such
beautiful surroundings. Mrs. Berry took the girls at once to their
rooms, and sent the car for Alicia.

"I'll give the front room to Dotty and Dolly," she said to Bernice;
"and you can have the other. It's quite as nice, only it looks out on
the side street, not on the Avenue."

"That's right, Mrs. Berry. Dot and Dolly are more company than Alicia
and I are. We're really members of the family. I was so surprised at
Uncle Jeff's inviting us. Why did he do it, anyway?"

"Why, indeed!" said Mrs. Berry, but her expression was quizzical. "No
one can tell why Mr. Forbes does things! He is a law unto himself.
Now, girls, your trunks are coming up. And here are two maids to
unpack for you and put your things away. You can direct them."

Mrs. Berry bustled away, and two neat-looking maids appeared, one of
whom entered Bernice's room and the other attended on Dot and Dolly.

"Which frocks shall I leave out for dinner?" the maid asked, as she
shook out and hung up the dresses in the wardrobe.

"The blue voile for me," replied Dolly, "and--er--what is your name?"

"Foster, miss," and she smiled at Dolly's gentle face.