"Doris, mother thinks you had better unpack your trunk. Your dresses will be rumpled lying in it so long."
"You unpack it, like a dear! I shall ruin my things taking them out; and then, I can't go in, it is so lovely out-of-doors."
"Did you not put the things in, to begin with?" asked Mattie.
"No, dear; one of the girls did. The girls loved to wait on me, Mattie!" This with sweet reproach.
"But mother thinks you are keeping Earle from work."
"Go away, Earle!" said Doris, giving him a dainty little push. "If you stay idle here, I am to be called in and set to work. After that stuffy old school this four years, I cannot stay indoors. Go, Mattie, and tell mother if she insists on my coming in, I shall appeal at once to my fairy godmother to turn me into a butterfly."
Mattie walked slowly away.
"That's all right," said Doris, with satisfaction. "They all end by letting me have my own way."
"And how does that work?"
"Well. Don't you suppose it is always a very nice way?"