“Fine! I’m glad you thought of it. It’ll cheer her a lot. I say, Dot, we did do her some good.”
“I should say we did! But it was all your doing, I just went along.”
“Nonsense! You did as much as I did. Why, I don’t know how you ever thought of fussing up her hair! It was just the thing, but it never would have occurred to me.”
“I dunno myself how I happened to think of it. But her old head looked so frowsy and untidy, I wanted to see if it would make a difference. And it did!”
“I should say so! Here’s the fruit store. Going in?”
“Yes, come on.”
They went in, and Dotty made a judicious selection of two oranges and a bunch of white grapes, as they were not sure Miss Partland cared for grapefruit.
“And if any one doesn’t like it,” said Dotty, making a wry face, “they don’t like it all over! I can’t abide it!”
“I love it,” returned Dolly, “but as you say, Dot, if people don’t like it they don’t. Grapes are much safer. Now, come on to the flower shop.”
A half dozen carnations of an exquisite shade were available for the money Dolly had, and it was with great satisfaction she saw them put in a box and sent off at once to Miss Partland.