Of course, Alicia was exaggerating, but she really did take half a
dozen frocks into the two D's room, and hung them in outspread fashion
right over their best costumes.

"And, now, since one good turn deserves another," she rattled on,
"I'll just toss my extra shoes and slippers into your lowest bureau
drawer, and my stockings into the next one. There's plenty of room."

So there was, by crowding the contents already there. But Alicia was
so quick of motion, and so gay of speech that they couldn't refuse to
let her have her way. And, too, it seemed inevitable, for there wasn't
room for Alicia's things and Bernie's in the same room, and the D's
shelves and bureau drawers showed much vacancy.

"Now, what do we wear this evening?" Alicia asked, tossing over her
dresses. "This, let us say?" She held up a low--necked evening gown of
silk tissue.

"No, you goose," said Bernice, decidedly. "Your respected uncle would
think you were crazy! Here, wear this."

Bernice picked out one of the least ornate, a pretty Dresden silk, and
then the girls all began to dress for dinner.




CHAPTER IV

A MERRY QUARTETTE