“ ’Tisn’t mine any more than Dolly Fayre’s. It belongs to us jointly and severally, as my father says.”
“When will it be finished?”
“In a couple of weeks now, I guess. We’re going to have a Hallowe’en party to open it. I hope you’ll all come.”
“Is this the invitation?” said Clayton Rawlins; “if so, I accept.”
“Oh, no, this isn’t the regular invitation. That will come later.”
“You can’t have a very big party,” said Celia. “The house won’t hold very many.”
“It’s going to be a mixed-around party,” explained Dolly. “Some of it will be in our two own houses and some in Treasure House.”
“Is that what you call it? How pretty,” and Grace Rawlins smiled at Dolly.
“Yes, Treasure House, because it’s our treasure and because we’re going to keep our treasures in it. Oh, it’s going to be the greatest fun! You must all come over and see it. Don’t wait for Hallowe’en. Come any time.”
After supper there were a few more dances before going home time.