“No, let me tell her.”
“All right. Rather you would. I’m fearfully busy. Good-bye.”
Bernice was evidently preoccupied with her preparations, but Dotty didn’t care now. They had won! Mr. Forbes had given his word, and all was well.
Flinging on her cap, that was part of her costume, Dotty flew over to Dolly’s like a small but very energetic whirlwind.
Up the stairs she bounded, and into Dolly’s room. She grabbed her round the neck and kissed her frantically, while she cried, “It’s all right! We’ve won! Mr. Forbes says you can stay!”
“What!” and Dolly’s blue eyes opened wide in glad surprise.
Bert and Trudy heard the commotion, and came from their rooms.
“Yes,” Dotty whispered, still holding Dolly tight. “It’s all right, I tell you!”
“What’s all right?” asked Trudy, looking at the two beaming girls.
“Never mind, Trude,” said Bert, catching on. “Leave the kiddies alone,—they’ve got a secret.”