But Alicia wasn't. As the girls came up the stairs into the great station, they saw a smiling, motherly-looking lady waiting to welcome them.
"Here you are!" she cried, and it wasn't necessary for Bernice to introduce her friends, except to tell which was which.
"I feel as if I knew you," Mrs. Berry said, and her kindly grey eyes beamed at them both. "Now I must learn to tell you apart. Dolly with golden hair,—Dotty with black. Is that it?"
"Is Alicia here?" asked Bernice, eagerly.
"No; she's coming in at the other station. She won't arrive for an hour or more. Where are your checks? Let George take them."
The footman took the checks and looked after them, while Mrs. Berry piloted the girls to the waiting motor-car.
It was a large and very beautiful limousine, and they all got in, and were soon rolling up Fifth Avenue.
"How splendid it all is!" exclaimed Dolly, looking out at the crowds.
"It seems as if we must get all snarled up in the traffic, but we don't."
"Kirke is a very careful driver," said Mrs. Berry, "and he understands just where to go. How you've grown, Bernice. I haven't seen you for two years, you know."
"Yes, I have. We're all getting to be grown-ups, Mrs. Berry. Isn't
Alicia?"