"Always Dora--never Dodo?" asked Dodo eagerly, for she was
growing out of babyhood just enough to resent being called by her baby
name.

"Always Dora," Mollie promised.

For answer Dodo held out the white thing she had waved at them from the
street, and with a little cry of excitement Mollie saw that it was a
letter addressed to her in her Uncle John's firm hand.

At her exclamation the girls crowded round her eagerly. She hastily tore
open the envelope and devoured the contents. Then she turned to the girls
with a glowing face.

"It's all right, it's all right!" she cried, waving the letter round her
head like a flag and nearly upsetting her chums. "Uncle John says it is
settled. He is going to Canada for a couple of months and we can have the
lodge for the whole time he is away or a part of it, just as we wish.
Hooray! How's that for luck?"

The girls were so excited over their good fortune that they forgot all
about Dodo. She, finding herself unobserved, had slipped around the girls
to the swing, snatched the box of candy which Grace had exposed when she
got up, had taken the steps two at a time and was flying off down the
street before the girls saw what she was up to.

Then it was Grace who, with a dreadful premonition, thought of her candy.
She turned quickly, saw that the box was gone, and uttered a wail of woe.