she is! Just now, she's back in Assyria with the people that wore that
old jewellery!"

Sure enough Dolly was staring into a case of antique bracelets and
earrings of gold and jewels. She moved along the length of the case,
noting each piece, and fairly sighing with admiration and wonder.

"My gracious! isn't she the antiquarian!" exclaimed Alicia. "Look
here, old Professor Wiseacre, what dynasty does this junk belong to?"

Dolly looked up with a vacant stare.

"Come back to earth!" cried Alicia, shaking with laughter. "Come back
to the twentieth century! We mourn our loss!"

"Yes, come back, Dollums," said Dotty. "There are other rooms full of
stuff awaiting your approval."

Dolly laughed. "Oh, you girls don't appreciate What you're seeing.
Just think! Women wore these very things! Real, live women!"

"Well, they're not alive now," said Bernice, "and we are. So give us
the pleasure of your company. Say, Dolly, some day you come up here
all alone by yourself, and prowl around--"

"Oh, I'd love to! I'll do just that. And then I won't feel that I'm
delaying you girls. Where do you want to go now?"

"Anywhere out of this old museum," said Alicia, a little pettishly.
"You've had your way, Dotty, now it's only fair I should have mine.