The child trudged upstairs, and entered Dolly's room.
"What do you want?" and Dolly, with suspiciously bright eyes, looked up from the book she was pretending to read.
"You're not so awful polite, either," and Genie's big, black eyes looked sharply at Dolly. "But never mind. I've come over to tell you that Dot's cryin' about you."
"Did she tell you to come?"
"Nope. She don't know I'm here. But I think you're two sillies to spoil your nice birthday by crying about each other."
"I'm not crying!"
"Well, you have been. I can see the cry-marks in your eyes. Nice blue eyes. C'mon over and make up."
"Get Dotty to come over here and make up."
"She won't come."
"Have you asked her?"