Mr. Forbes chuckled. "You have a sense of the fitness of things, Miss
Rosy. Why wouldn't they fit in?"

"Why, they're plain people. Not grand and elegant like you."

"Oho! So I'm grand and elegant, am I? And are you grand and elegant,
too?"

Dotty considered. "Yes," she said, finally, "I am, while I'm here. I'm
very adaptable, and while I'm in New York, I mean to be just as grand
and elegant as the house itself."

Mr. Forbes burst into hearty laughter. "Good for you!" he cried. "When
you're in Rome do as the Romans do. And you, Fairy of the golden
curls. Are you going to be grand, also?"

"I can't," returned Dolly, simply. "I can only be myself, wherever I
am. But I shall enjoy all the beautiful things as much as Dotty."

Again Mr. Forbes laughed. "You're a great pair," he said. "I'm glad I
discovered you. And now, Bernice and Alicia, haven't you any young
friends in town you'd like to invite to see you here? Remember the
house is yours."

"Oh, Uncle Jeff," cried Alicia, "you are too good! Do you mean it? Can
we do just as we like? Invite parties, and all that?"

"Yes, indeed. Why not? Have the best time possible, and see to it that
those two little friends of yours have a good time, too."