"He ought to be," laughed Alicia, "with four girls to train him up in the way he should go! What frocks, ladies? Our very bestest?"
"Yes, indeed," said Bernice. "This is our last night, and we must 'go out in a blaze of glory'! And scoot, you two D's. We've none too much time to dress."
Dolly and Dotty went to their room, and it was rather a silent Dolly who sat down to the dressing-table to brush her golden locks.
"Whatamatter, Dollums?" said her chum. "Sad at thoughts of going home?"
"Oh, no; really, Dot, I'm glad to go home. We've had a magnificent time here, but I'm—well, I s'pect I'm homesick."
"So'm I, a little, now that you mention it. But we've enough to remember and think over for a long time, haven't we?"
"Of course. My but I'm glad that earring was found! Oh, Dot, wouldn't it have been awful if we had gone home with that doubt hanging over us?"
"It would, indeed, old girl. And, now if you'll proceed to do up that taffy-coloured mass on top of your head, I'll accept the dressing mirror for a while."
Dolly twisted up her golden mop, and decorated it with a ribbon band, and then gave over her place to Dotty.
And, shortly, four very much dressed-up girls went down to the extra elaborate dinner that was served in honour of the last night of their visit.