expected, as no place was set for her.

Mr. Forbes sat at the head, and two girls at either side. A grave-
faced, important looking butler directed the service, and two footmen
assisted. Everything was of the best, and wonderfully cooked and
served, but Dolly and Dotty could scarcely eat for the novelty and
interest of the scene.

"Come, come, Miss Fayre, eat your terrapin," counselled Mr. Forbes,
"it is not so good cold."

"Oh, gracious, Uncle Jeff," exclaimed the volatile Alicia, "don't call
those kids Miss! Call 'em Dotty and Dolly, do."

"Can't remember which is which," declared her uncle, looking at the
two D's. "I can remember the last names, because the Fayre girl is
fair, and the Rose girl is rosy. I shall call them Rosy and Fairy, I
think."

"All right, Mr. Forbes," and Dolly smiled and dimpled at the pretty
conceit.

"And you two must call me something less formal," he said. "Suppose
you call me Uncle Forbes, as you are not really my nieces."

This seemed a fine plan and was readily adopted.

"And now," Mr. Forbes went on, "I don't mind confessing that I've no
idea what to do with you girls. By way of entertainment, I mean."