“All right, deary; now, mind, you are quite sure, aren’t you, I wouldn’t disapprove?”
“Yes, Mother,” and Betty’s honest eyes were clear and frank. “It’s a jolly joke, but there’s nothing wrong about it, is there, Jack?”
“Not a thing,” said Jack, chuckling. “I’ll look out for the girls, Mother. The whole affair won’t take an hour.”
“Very well, then; go on. Your grandfather will be as pleased as yourselves if it succeeds.”
There was much more planning, and then, when the whole affair was explained to Dorothy and Jeanette, they entered into the scheme with glee.
“It’ll be just like amateur theatricals!” cried Dorothy, clapping her hands. “We must rehearse our parts. Oh, won’t it be fun?”
“Can you dress up to look like a young lady?” said Jack. “Not a disguise, you know, but just make yourself look as if you were eighteen or twenty years old?”
“Oh, yes,” declared Dorothy. “I’m almost sixteen, anyhow. And I’ll wear one of sister Ethel’s dresses, and do my hair up high. I’ll wear a hat of hers, too, one of her prettiest ones.”
“Oh, not too fancy, you know,” warned Jack. “You must dress plainly.”
“All right; I’ll wear a small hat and a dotted veil. Oh, I’ll look grown up; never fear.”