“Do what?”
“Ask your father—you know what.”
“Yes,—I’ll ask him.”
“Right now?”
“No, of course not now. To-morrow.”
“No, sir, now! You go straight to him, and fix it up, or I’ll do what I said.”
“Goodness, what an impatient—” and just then it struck Bernice that she was to agree with people! “All right, Dotsie,” she said with such a sudden change of intonation that Dotty nearly fell off her chair. “I’ll go right now. You hang up, and I’ll call you in a few minutes.”
“Honest?”
“Yes, honest and truly.”
Dotty waited. In a short time the telephone hell rang, and Bernice said, “It’s all right. Dad says he can arrange it as easy as pie. He didn’t know they wanted to stay here so much. Shall I tell Dolly?”