"Lovely!" cried Dotty. "I haven't seen the Norrises since last year, and I don't know the Holmeses. Who are they?"
"Mr. Holmes is a friend of mine and his daughter Edith is about the age of you girls, and they have two or three guests."
"And the Norrises, Maisie and Jack, are awfully nice," said Dotty. "You'll like them, Doll; Maisie is something like you."
"She isn't a bit like Dolly," put in Genie, "'cept she's fat and yellow headed and blue eyed. But she isn't half as pretty as Dolly, so don't you mind, Dollyrinda."
"Oh, I don't mind," and Dolly laughed. "I don't think a blue-eyed Towhead can be pretty anyway. I like dark eyes and dark curls best."
"Thank you, ma'am," and Dotty dropped a curtsey. "Shall we dress up, Mother?"
"No; those clean blouses are all right. It's just a camp frolic, not a formal party."
"It's a Kidd party," observed Mr. Rose, looking mysterious.
"A kid party?" echoed Dotty; "of course. I didn't s'pose it was a grown-up party, Daddy, for us children."
Mr. Rose only laughed and turned away, and the girls wandered out toward the open tent where Dolly had gone to bed the night before.