“Yes, like my sister, and Dot Rose and Maisie May, and the Rawlins girls—”
“Everybody except me!”
“Well, if you see it that way, then act so you’ll put yourself in the bunch.”
“I’m going to try, Bert. You’ve given me a new idea.”
“I know; you thought Dolly could do it all, and you just sit back and take favours as they drop in your lap. Well, probably you can do that some day, but first, you’ve got to make good. See?”
Bernice had only a chance for an answering smile, when Dolly called to them to come on, as they were going home.
Bert and Bernice turned back, and joined the others, took off their skates and started homeward. The crowd separated to take their various ways, and the two D’s asked a few to go to Treasure House with them for a fudge feast.
“Better come,” said Bert to Bernice. “The girls make ripping fudge.”
And very gladly Bernice went along. Dolly had not meant to ask her, for she was wearied with her afternoon’s efforts and a little discouraged.
But she seconded Bert’s invitation, and with the two Browns and Lollie, they all went to Treasure House.