"Don't you mind?"
"No; 'cause it evens up in the long run. Tod's better-natured than I am, but I'm prettier."
"Why, how can you be?" cried Dotty; "you're exactly alike."
"Oh, I can see it! I'm much better-looking." Tad's honest, round, freckled face was winsome but not handsome, and the girls laughed at this make-believe vanity.
Dolly was at a table with the other Brown boy and Grace Rawlins and Lollie Henry.
"Dotty Rose is pretty, isn't she?" said Grace.
"Awfully pretty," agreed Dolly, "and a nice girl, too. I like her lots."
"Some looker!" declared Lollie Henry, gazing with admiration over at Dotty, who was laughing merrily.
"She's my sister," put in Genie, who was a restless spirit, and having finished her supper, was roaming around among the tables talking to different ones.
"So she is," and Dolly patted the glossy, black curls.