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      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!"

      "Nonsense, Dot! don't be silly! It's only Joe Collins. Hello, Joe; this is my new friend, Dorothy Rose. It's her party, same as mine."

      Joe was far from bashful. "Hay-o, Dorothy," he said, gaily. "Aren't you afraid you'll get off the line? My, but you girls are particular to stand just so!"

      Dorothy flashed a smile at him. Somehow her shyness vanished, and she replied, "Oh, we only stood that way, waiting for somebody to come. Now, we can move around," and she took a few jumpy skips around the lawn. "Do you live near here?" she went on, by way of conversation.

      "Couple o' blocks away. Hope we'll be friends."

      "'Course we will. And I've got a brother about your size; you'll like him."

      "Is he here?"

      "No; he's away at school. Be home in about two weeks. Come and see him then."

      "I will. Here come the Brown twins. Know 'em?"

      "No, I don't know anybody. My! Aren't they alike?"

      They certainly were, and when Dolly introduced Tod and Tad Brown, Dotty frankly stared at them.

      "I never saw such twinsy twins before," she said; "do you know yourselves apart?"

      "Not always," replied one of them. "But I think I'm Tod, and my brother is Tad. Of course our Sunday names are Todhunter and Tadema, but Tod and Tad are much better for every day use."

      Then some girls came; Clara Ferris was among the first; and then Grace and Ethel Rawlins, and Maisie May.

      Dotty took a quick liking to the last named, for she was a bright, pretty girl who seemed eager to be friends.

      Clayton Rawlins came too, and Lollie Henry, and then they came in such numbers that Dotty couldn't catch all the names nor remember those she did catch.

      The girls had laid off their hats and wraps in the Fayre house, and the boys in the Rose house, as every means was used to have the party equally divided.

      At first they played games. The Fayres had a tennis court, and the Roses a croquet ground. Also, Mr. Rose had contributed as his "surprise" to the party a set of Lawn Bowls. This was a new sport to many of them and all liked it, and took turns at the bowling. Others wandered about the grounds or sat in the swings and hammocks, and at five o'clock they were called to supper.

      Little tables had been placed on the lawn and four or six young people were seated at each. Then the good things were brought to them. Bouillon and tiny sandwiches, ices, cakes, jellies, bon-bons, everything that goes to make a delightful party supper.

      The two hostesses did not sit together, and Dotty found herself with Clara Ferris, Joe Collins and one of the Brown twins.

      "How do you like Berwick?" asked Tad Brown, as he finished his bouillon.

      "Ever so much!" returned Dotty enthusiastically; "and now I'm acquainted with so many people I shall like it better than ever."

      "Aren't you coming to school?"

      "Not this term. It's so near closing, and Mother says next year I can go right into High School with Dolly Fayre."

      "We'll all be in High next year," said Clara. "We're all in the same grade, you know. But I wish you would come to school now, and be in the Closing Exercises. We need more girls."

      "What for?"

      "Oh, for the tableaux and things. We have a splendid program. Haven't we, Tad?"

      "How do you know he's Tad?" asked Dotty, laughing.

      "I asked him," returned Clara. "It's the only way. Nobody can tell 'em apart."

      "'Cept Mother," said Tad, grinning. "She never makes a mistake. But the teachers can't tell. I get kept in if Tod misses his lessons, and he gets marked if I'm late."

      "Don't you mind?"

      "No; 'cause it evens up in the long run. Tod's better-natured than I am, but I'm prettier."

      "Why, how can you be?" cried Dotty; "you're exactly alike."

      "Oh, I can see it! I'm much better-looking." Tad's honest, round, freckled face was winsome but not handsome, and the girls laughed at this make-believe vanity.

      Dolly was at a table with the other Brown boy and Grace Rawlins and Lollie Henry.

      "Dotty Rose is pretty, isn't she?" said Grace.

      "Awfully pretty," agreed Dolly, "and a nice girl, too. I like her lots."

      "Some looker!" declared Lollie Henry, gazing with admiration over at Dotty, who was laughing merrily.

      "She's my sister," put in Genie, who was a restless spirit, and having finished her supper, was roaming around among the tables talking to different ones.

      "So she is," and Dolly patted the glossy, black curls.

      "Looks like a spitfire, though, if she should get mad," commented Tod Brown, who was an outspoken boy.

      "Oh, I don't think so," returned Dolly; and then she remembered the few trifling quarrels they had already had. "No," she went on, "Dotty isn't a spitfire; but when she gets mad she just flounces off and gets over it."

      "Just like a girl!" said Tod; "why don't you have it out, and done with it?"

      "That's what Bert always says," and Dolly laughed. "I guess girls and boys are different about such things."

      "I guess they are," said Grace, looking rueful. "Maisie May and I have been 'mad' for two weeks now."

      "Oh, how silly!" exclaimed Lollie Henry. "I'm going to get you two girls together and make you make up!"

      "Yes, let's," said Tad; "come on now; I've finished my ice cream, haven't you, Dolly?"

      They all had, and they followed Tad, who was ringleader in this game. The others had mostly risen from the tables, and Tad told Dolly to get Maisie and bring her over to their group.

      Grace Rawlins looked a little uncertain. She honestly wanted to be friends with Maisie but she was not sure she liked the way it was being brought about.

      Dolly came back, arm in arm with Maisie.

      The two boys stood in front of Grace until the girls came up, and then Tad, whisking aside, said, with a low bow: "Miss Maisie May, I want to make you acquainted with Miss Grace Rawlins, the nicest girl in Berwick, except the rest of them."

      Maisie coloured and looked half-angry, half-amused, and Tad went on: "I see by the papers that you two girls don't know each other to speak to, so Dolly Fayre and us two boys are a committee of three to see that you become acquainted immediately if not sooner. You two will therefore now greet each other with a nice, sweet kiss."

      Tad's manner was so funny and so like a kindly old gentleman, that the girls had to laugh.

      But though Grace looked willing to obey the order, Maisie did not.

      "Don't be silly, Tad," she said; "I guess you don't know what Grace said about me, or you wouldn't ask me to kiss her!"

      "Tell me," said Tad, with the air of an impartial judge, "and I and my wise colleague, Mr. Lorillard Henry, will size up the case and pronounce judgment."

      "Why, she said I was the meanest girl in Berwick, because I wouldn't tell her the answer to an algebra example. And I couldn't, because Miss Haskell had made us all promise not to tell the answers to anybody—she wanted everybody to do them without help."

      "Seems to me you did the right thing," and Tad looked at Grace.

      "I didn't

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