“Wait a minute,” begged Straight, and providently ordered two more sundaes to span the terrible interval.
“You keep time on this thought,” ordered Georgia, passing her watch to Fluffy.
Fluffy nodded abstractedly.
“Five minutes,” she announced presently. “I can’t think of——”
“This time I’ve got it,” Georgia broke in eagerly. “First I thought of a silly game like tops or marbles or skipping ropes, and then I thought of dolls—buying them and dressing them and carrying them around. I heard of a girls’ school that did it once in dead earnest.” She looked anxiously at Fluffy, who could “get people excited over the fourth dimension if she wanted to.” “What about it, Fluff?”
Fluffy sipped from each of her five glasses reflectively before she answered.
“Dolls it is,” she said briefly at last. “Come on down and buy ours now.”
The straight-haired twin had never played with dolls in her life, having scorned all feminine diversions and spent her youth chasing rabbits, riding her pony, or playing tag, hockey, and prisoner’s base with her brothers and her brothers’ friends. She chose the biggest, most elegant, and expensive French doll in the shop, named her Rosa Marie on the spot, and paid for Georgia’s choice—a huge wooden doll with staring blue eyes and matted black hair—on condition that Georgia would help her dress Rosa Marie.
“You’re actually getting fond of Rosa Marie already,” Georgia teased her.
“Maybe I am,” said Straight stoutly, “but you’d better not fuss, when I’m spending such a lot to help along your game.”