Naturally, the talk turned to the Hallowe’en party.
“I suppose Grace and Ethel will make out the list of invitations,” said Dotty.
“It won’t take much making out,” was Maisie’s idea. “They’ll just ask our crowd and that will be about enough. Us five who were there to-day, and Celia, and six boys, will be twelve. That’s plenty.”
“I wish she’d ask Bernice Forbes,” said Dolly, doubtfully, “but I s’pose she won’t.”
“I s’pose she won’t, too,” said Dot. “Pooh, who wants Bernice Forbes?”
“I don’t, for one,” asserted Maisie. “I can’t bear the girl.”
“I don’t see why,” argued Dolly. “She would be all right if people would be nice to her.”
“All right? She can’t be all right,” and Dotty shook her head. “She don’t know how to be all right.”
“That’s so,” and Maisie laughed. “Well, I must go home, girls. I’ve had a lovely fudge party, and I think Genie’s joke was a great success. Tell her so, for me, Dotty.”
“All right, I will,” and with laughing good-byes, Maisie went home and the Two D’s stayed to put things straight. It was their rule never to leave Treasure House untidy over night. Dotty whistled and Dolly sang, as they flew around and soon had things ship-shape.