"And the rose-coloured voile for me," directed Dotty. "You'll find,
Foster, that our frocks are pretty much alike except as to colour."

"Yes, ma'am. And these patent leather pumps, I daresay?"

"Yes, that's right," and Dotty flung herself into a big easy-chair and
sighed in an ecstasy of delight that she really had a ladies' maid to
wait on her. Dolly didn't take it so easily. She wanted to look after
her own things, as she did at home. But Dotty motioned to her not to
do so, lest Foster should think them inexperienced or countrified.

Their simple belongings were soon in place, and the two D's wandered
into Bernice's room.

Here everything was helter-skelter. Finery was piled on beds and
chairs, and hats were flung on top of one another, while shoes and
veils, gloves and hair-brushes were scattered on the floor.

"It's my fault," laughed Bernice, "don't blame Perkins for it! I'm
hunting for a bracelet, that has slipped out of my jewel case,
somehow. It must be in this lot of stockings!"

It wasn't, but it turned up at last, inside of a hat, and Bernice gave
a little squeal of relief.

"That's all right, then!" she cried; "I wouldn't lose that for worlds!
It's a bangle father gave me for Christmas, and it has a diamond in
the pendant. All right, Perkins, put the things away any place you
like. But save hooks and shelves enough for my cousin Alicia. She'll
be in this room with me."