"No, but I just know she won't. So let's don't ask her, and you come over there."
"You're a funny little thing, Genie! You know a lot, don't you?"
"'Course I do. Come on, Dolly," and the child pulled at Doily's sleeve.
"All right, I will," and the two went together over to the Rose house.
Dotty in her room, heard Dolly's voice below stairs and came running down. Her anger was all past, and she was more than ready to be friends again.
"Let's go out and see the tent," said Dolly, as the two met in the hall.
"All right, let's," and out they went.
"Did you fix it up, Genie?" said her mother, who had pretty much known what was going on.
"Yes'm, I fixed it up," and Genie ran after the black puppy, who with judicial foresight was running away from her.
"Tell me about the people who are coming, Dolly," said Dotty. "Who are the nicest ones?"
"You may not like the same ones I do; but Clara Ferris is my most intimate friend of the lot."
"As intimate as I am?"
"Well, of course, I've known her so much longer, you see, she seems more intimate."
"But we're sort of twins, you know."
"Only sort of; we're not really. Well, anyway, there's Celia and then there's Maisie May."
"Maisie May! What a funny name!"
"Well, it's her name all the same. And the two Rawlins girls, Grace and Ethel."
"Are they nice?"
"Lovely. They live on the next block below us. Their brother is coming, too. Clayton, his name is."
"What other boys?"
"Oh, Reggie Stuart and Lollie Henry – "
"Lollie! What a ridiculous name for a boy!"
"His real name is Lorillard. He's an awfully nice boy. He plays the cornet in school sometimes for us to march by. Then there's Joe Collins. He's the funniest thing! Makes you laugh all the time. And a lot of others; I can't tell you about all of them."
"Never mind; I'll catch onto them as they come. Do you think they'll like me, Dolly?"
"Of course they will; why wouldn't they?"
"I don't know; but with such a lot of them, I feel kind of shy."
"Pooh; Dot Rose, you couldn't be shy if you tried!"
"It isn't shy, exactly; but I'm afraid they won't think I'm nice."
"Oh, yes, they will; don't be silly. Anyway, some of them will. And maybe you won't like all of them. Everybody can't like everybody, – you know."
"No, I s'pose not. What do we do? Stand up to receive them?"
"Of course! Did you think we sat down? Haven't you ever had a party?"
"Not such a big one."
"Well, I've had lots of 'em. We stand side by side, and I'll introduce everybody to you. Of course, Mumsie and Trude will be around, and your mother and your aunt, – won't they? Don't try to remember all their names, 'cause you can't, and you can pick them up later."
"What a lot you know!" and Dotty looked at Dolly with a thoughtful admiration.
"I know why," said Dolly, with a sudden flash of enlightenment; "it's 'cause I have an older sister. Trudy is 'out,' you know, and I'm sort of accustomed to comp'ny; but you have a little sister, so you haven't had so much experience."
"Yes, that's it," and Dotty comprehended. "All right, you can show me, and I'll do whatever you say."
CHAPTER V
THE DOUBLE PARTY
The party was from four to seven. Before the hour the girls were in readiness and waiting on the lawn, midway between the two houses, to receive their guests.
Dolly Fayre wore a white organdie, all lacy with little ruffles and a light blue sash with blue silk stockings and white slippers.
Dotty Rose had on a lovely white voile with pink ribbons and pink stockings.
Both girls wore their hair in a long loose braid, with a big ribbon at the top of the braid.
"Didn't leave off hair-ribbons, did you?" said Dolly, smiling.
"No, Mother wouldn't hear of it. She says we ought to wear them until we're sixteen, anyway."
"I don't care much, do you?"
"No; only I'd rather leave them off. It didn't rain, you see."
"I should say not! It's a perfect day. Did you put a pink ribbon on Blot?"
"Yes, he looks lovely! Oh, here's Flossy, in her blue bow. If they'll only behave themselves!"
The puppy and the kitten had become fairly good friends, by reason of their two young mistresses' training; and frequently met without fighting, though this was not to be depended on.
"Oh, here comes somebody, Dolly! I feel as if I should run away!"