makes my head go round to think of living like this always."

"Your head is not very securely fastened on, anyway," and Alicia
grinned at her. "You'll lose it some day!"

"Maybe so," smiled Dolly, affably, and then they suddenly found they
were back home.

"Good time, girlies?" called out Mrs. Berry, as they entered. "Lunch
is all ready; sit down and eat it, and get dressed for the matinee
afterward, Mr. Fenn got fine seats for you,--near the front. You'll
like the play, I know."

And like the play they did. It was a light opera, of the prettiest
type, full of lovely scenery, gay costumes and bright, catchy music.
"The Lass and the Lascar" was its name, and the lass in question was a
charming little girl who seemed no older than the quartette
themselves. The Lascar was a tall, handsome man, whose swarthy East
Indian effects were picturesque and attractive. He had a magnificent
baritone voice, and the girls sat breathless when he sang his splendid
numbers. All four were fond of music and even more than the gay
splendour of the show they enjoyed the voices and orchestra.

"Isn't he wonderful!" exclaimed Alicia, as the curtain fell on the
first act. "Oh, girls, isn't he SUPERB! I'm MADLY in love with him!"

"He has a beautiful voice," agreed Dolly, "but I couldn't be in love
with him! He's too,--too ferocious!"

"But that's his charm," declared Alicia, rolling her eyes in ecstasy.