"Musical?" asked Bernice.

"Yes," said Mrs. Berry, "it's a comic opera, and a very good one. I've
seen it, and I'm sure you girls will enjoy it. I'll order seats for
that. Be sure to be home for luncheon promptly at one, so you can get
ready for the theatre."

"I can't believe it all," whispered Dotty, pinching Dolly's arm, as
they ran upstairs to prepare for their morning's trip. "Think of our
going to all these places in one day!"

"And six days more to come!" added Dolly. "Oh, it is too gorgeous!"

Arrayed in warm coats and furs, the laughing quartette got into the
big car, and George, the polite footman, adjusted the robes, and asked
their destination.

"To the Metropolitan Museum, first," said Alicia, unselfishly.

"Oh," cried Dolly, with sparkling eyes, "are we really going there
first! How good of you, Alicia!"

And from the moment they entered the vestibule of the great museum,
Dolly was enthralled with what she saw. Like one in a trance, she
walked from room to room, drinking in the beauty or strangeness of the
exhibits. She ignored the catalogues, merely gazing at the pictures or
curios with an absorbed attention that made her oblivious to all else.

"Watch her," said Alicia, nudging Dotty. "She doesn't even know where