Trudy looked in on her way down to breakfast.
"Happy Birthday, Doll!" she said; "shall I tie your hair-ribbon?"
She stepped into the new room, and while tying the big bow, looked around admiringly.
"You're a lucky little kiddy to have such a lovely room. It's prettier than mine."
"I know it is, Trudy," and Dolly looked regretful. "I'll change with you, if you like. I think as you're the oldest you ought to have the prettiest room."
"Not at all, you little goosy!" and Trudy kissed the troubled face. "This is your fifteenth birthday, and I'm glad you have such a beautiful gift to remember it by."
With their arms around each other, the two girls went downstairs.
"Whoop-de-doo! Dollykins," cried her father, throwing down his paper; "why, you don't look a bit different from when you were fourteen! I thought you'd be a foot taller, at least!"
"I don't feel any taller or any older, Father; and I don't s'pose I'll act so. But Mumsie, mayn't I stop wearing hair-ribbons? Dotty's going to."
"Are you sure?" and Mrs. Fayre looked quizzical, for she had discussed this weighty matter with Mrs. Rose.