"Yes," cried Dotty, "let Mrs. Berry take the message, and tell her what answer to make."
"No answer," said Alicia, slowly, and a pink flush rose to her cheeks. "But just take the message, if you please, dear Mrs. Berry. It will be short, I know. Jot it down, lest you forget the exact wording."
Mrs. Berry promised and the four ran away to get ready for their last afternoon together.
"Dress up pretty, girls," Alicia called from her room. "No telling whom we might meet at the tearoom."
"That's so," said Dotty; "put on your Dresden silk, Doll."
Dolly laughingly agreed, and the four dressed-up young ladies started off.
A few calls at various shops, a few stops to look once more at certain points of interest they admired, and then for a long drive through the parks, and finally to the tearoom.
"How short the time has been," said Bernice, as they flew along.
"Yes," assented Alicia, "it doesn't seem possible we've been here as long as we have. Oh, I don't want to go home. I wish I could live in New York, I just love it!"
"I like it," said Dolly, "but I don't want to live here. I'd LIKE to come here oftener than I do, though."