“Well, Trude, I certainly couldn’t leave any of my family behind me. Mother and I are going, and I guess you girls better come along too.”
Dolly sat looking at her father, her eyes very wide and very blue as she thought over what he was saying.
“We can’t do it,” she said, finally, and as if she were disposing of the whole matter: “I can’t go away from Berwick to live.”
“But, Dolly dear, where would you live, here alone? In Treasure House?”
“She can live with me!” exclaimed Dotty, excitedly. “Why, she’ll have to. I won’t let my Dollyrinda go away from Berwick. She’s mine, and I’ve got to keep her!”
“Is it really true, Father?” asked Trudy, looking very thoughtful. “Must we go?”
“Yes, dear,” answered Mr. Fayre. “The company has transferred me to the Buffalo office, and I must obey or leave the road. You know a freight superintendent is under orders from his superiors.”
“There isn’t anybody superior to you, Daddy,” said Dolly, who was looking blank and stunned at the news she had heard. “Can’t you tell the president, or whoever is sending you, that you won’t go?”
“I might, Dolly; but that might mean my entire dismissal, and who’d buy your hair-ribbons then, my girl?”
“But to Buffalo!” wailed Dolly. “We might as well go to Timbuctoo!”