“Oh, Alfy, you funny dear! You change your mind just as often as I used to!”
“Don’t you change it no more, then, Dorothy C.?” demanded the other, quickly.
“No. I don’t think I shall ever change it again. I shall do everything the best I can, my music and lessons and all that, but it’ll be just for one thing. I lay awake last night wondering how best I could prove grateful for all that’s come to me and I reckon I’ve found out, and it’s so—so simple, too.”
“Ha! Let’s hear this fine and simple thing, darling Dolly Doodles, and maybe we’ll both follow your illustrious example!” cried Molly, smiling.
“To—to make everybody I know as—as happy as I can;” answered the other slowly.
“Huh! That’s nothing! And you can begin right now, on ME!” declared Miss Alfaretta Babcock, with emphasis.
“How?”
“Help me to tell who’s to be invited.”
“All right. Head the list with Alfaretta Babcock.”