“It’s awful,” said Trudy, with a long-drawn sigh. “Did you know about it, Mother?”
“Yes, some days ago. And I knew how sorry you girls would feel. But I know you’ll brace up and meet the disappointment bravely, for Father’s sake. He doesn’t want to hurt his girls so, but he can’t help it.”
“What will Bert say?” said Dolly; “won’t he be mad!”
“I don’t think Bert will care as much as you girls,” began Mr. Fayre, when Dotty interrupted: “My Dollyrinda shan’t go! I won’t have it! I’ll make my father buy her for me, and keep her here! That’s what I’ll do!”
“Don’t be silly, Dots,” said Dolly, who was beginning to realise that this thing was a fact. Apparently her parents had already become used to the idea, and were regretting it principally on the girls’ account.
“Do you want to go, Father?” Dolly asked. “Would you just as lieve live in horrid old Buffalo as here in beautiful, lovely Berwick?”
“No, Dolly, I wouldn’t. But I must obey orders.”
“Whose orders?”
“The general manager, child.”
“Why, that’s Mr. Forbes, isn’t it? Bernice Forbes’ father?”