"Hello, Bernice, old girl!" she shouted, and flung her arms around her
cousin's neck, giving her resounding smacks on her cheek. "Golly!
Molly! Polly! but I'm glad to see you again! Forgotten me, have you?
Take a good look! Your long lost Alicia! 'Tis really she! And look
who's here! I'll bet a pig these two stammering, blushing young misses
are the far-famed Dolly and Dotty, but which is which?"

"Guess!" said Dotty, laughing, as Dolly stood dismayed, and half
frightened at this whirlwind of a girl.

"All right, I'll guess. Lemmesee! Dolly Fayre and Dotty Rose;--you see
I know your names. Why, the fair one is Dolly of course, and that
leaves Dotty to be you!"

"Right!" cried Dotty, and Alicia flew to her and grabbed her as
enthusiastically as she had Bernice.

"Oh, you chickabiddy!" she cried. "I foresee we shall be chums! I love
Towhead, too, but I'm a little afraid of her. See her steely blue
eyes, even now, fixed on me in utter disapprobation!"

"Not at all," said Dolly, politely, "I think you're very nice."

The calm demureness of this speech was too much for Alicia, and she
went off in peals of laughter.

"Oh, you're rich!" she cried; "simpully rich! WON'T we have fun! I'm
'most afraid I'll love you more'n the other one--the black haired
witch." And then Dolly was treated to an embrace that ruffled her hair