“But you always do it,” and Trudy smiled at her little sister. “I’ve never known you to shirk a duty because you hated to do it.”
“But I never had such a big, horrid, awful bad duty before.”
“No; and that’s all the more reason why you must meet this one bravely. Now, don’t think any more about the whole thing to-night. Go to bed and to sleep, and to-morrow things will look brighter.”
The girls both felt sure they would lie awake all night, but so exhausted were they by their strenuous grief, they fell asleep before they knew it.
But Dolly woke early in the dawn of morning, and she lay there in her pretty green room, thinking it out. And somehow, her thinking cheered her, for at rising time, Dotty awoke to see a smiling Dolly bending over her.
“Wake up, old sleepyhead! Get your eyes open, and rise to greet the morn!”
Dotty rubbed her half-open black eyes, and strove to remember what was the matter after all. Then it all came back to her.
“Buffalo!” she said, sitting up in bed. “Buff-a-lo!”
“Never mind Buffalo,” and Dolly kept on smiling. “You wake up, and get yourself up into Berwick. And if you’ll be a good girl, some day I’ll tell you something.”
“You’ve been thinking it out!” exclaimed Dotty. “I know you! Don’t deny it!”