"Leave it in your trunk," suggested Dolly, "until you want to use it."

"Angel child!" cried Alicia. "I knew you had some brain concealed
among that mop of yellow silk floss! I'll do that same, and be
thankful if my voracious cousin leaves me enough room for a few scant
and skimpy clodings!"

And then, as Perkins unpacked Alicia's trunks and Foster came in to
help, the room really seemed incapable of holding all.

"We'd better get out, Doll," said Dotty, laughing, as Alicia deposited
an armful of petticoats and dressing jackets in her lap.

"Oh, don't go! I want you to hold things till I find a place for them.
And, say, are your own wardrobes full?"

"No!" cried Dolly. "Just the thing! Put your overflow in our room,
we've less than a dozen dresses between us."

"Goodness gracious me! Oh, you're going to buy a lot in the city,--I
see!"

"No, we're not," said Dolly, who never sailed under false colours; "we
brought all we had, all our best ones. I mean. But we don't have
things like you and Bernice."

"You frank little bunch of honesty! Isn't she the darling! All right,
neighbours, since you insist, I'll put some seventeen or twenty-four
of my Paris confections in your empty cupboards."