Dolly had advanced straight to the mirror and stood looking at her
reflection, a quizzical expression on her face.

"Hurry, unhook me!" she ordered, sharply. "Quick! I've got to run over
to Barnett's cabin. Robby isn't any better. In fact, he is dangerous
and Annie needs me."

The two women, eying each other inquiringly, edged up close to her,
one on either side. "Dolly, what is the matter? I knew something was
wrong the minute you come in the door."

"It is all right," Dolly said, in a low tone. "It is very sweet and
pretty, Miss Stella, but I have decided not to--not to take it." "Not
take it!" The words came from two pairs of lips simultaneously. "Not
take it!" The miracle happened again, in tones of double bewilderment.

"Well, I can't say I really expected you to," Miss Munson retorted, in
frigid tones. "I only stopped by. To tell you the truth, I am on the
way over to Peterkins'. Sally is the right size and will jump at it."

Dolly's lips were tight. Her eyes held a light, half of anger, half of
an odd sort of doggedness.

"Please unhook me!" she said, coldly. "There is no time to lose. Annie
is out of her head with trouble."

"Well, well, well!" Mrs. Drake sank into a chair and folded her
slender hands with a vigorous slap of the palms. "Nobody under high
heavens can ever tell what you will do or what you won't do," she
wailed. "I never wanted anything for myself as much as for you to have