"I don't care. I'm crazy to get into mine; the sooner the better, I say."
The two girls had a birthday present for each other, and though they didn't know it, the two mothers had planned these so they should be alike.
But they did know that the mothers had these gifts in readiness, and that they would see them when they awoke on the birthday morning.
By common consent the real birthdays were ignored, and the fifteenth of June accepted as the right anniversary for both.
Very formal were the rites preparatory to the occupancy of the new rooms.
Dotty had planned them and after some discussion Dolly had agreed.
"You come over and wish me good-night in my room," Dotty said, "and then I'll go over and wish you good-night in yours. And then, I'll go home again, and when we're all ready for bed, we'll put out our lights and stick our heads out of our windows and holler good-night across."
"Somebody might hear us," objected Dolly.
"Pooh! they won't. And what if they did? Neighbours have got a right to say good-night to each other, I guess."
"But that's disturbing the peace, or something like that."
"Huh! the Peace must be awful easy disturbed! Well, you've got to do it, anyhow."
"I haven't got to, either! Not just 'cause you say so!"
Dotty was beginning to learn that mild-mannered Dolly had a will of her own, and she said, placatingly: "Well, what do you want to do, then?"
"Let's do something like this. When we're all ready to hop into bed, let's turn our lights up and down three times in succession; that'll mean good-night."
"Oh, yes, I see; now, listen! we'll do it separately. You flash first and then I will; and after three flashes, we'll leave the lights out and jump into bed at the same minute!"
So it was settled, and the eventful occasion duly arrived.
The girls' bedtime hour was nine o'clock, but some time before that they were in their new rooms, enjoying their beauty and freshness.
At quarter before nine, Dolly appeared at the Rose house, and said solemnly, "I've come over to wish Dorothy good-night."
"Come in," said Mrs. Rose, trying not to smile at the ceremonial visit. "You'll find her in her room; go right up."
Dolly went up, and found Dotty waiting for her.
"Isn't it pretty!" Dolly exclaimed, seeing, as if for the first time the beauties of the room. The bed was turned down, and a lovely new nightdress, with a rose-coloured ribbon run through its lace edge, lay in readiness for the sleeper.
"Oh, it's lovely!" returned Dotty; "I can hardly wait to go to bed! Go on, say your piece."
Dolly stood a minute, her hands clasped, her eyes wandering about with a thoughtful far away gaze.
"It's all gone," she said at last; "I can't remember it, only a line:
"Sleep sweetly in this quiet room, oh, thou, whoe'er thou art;
Nor let a troublous something or other disturb thy peaceful heart.
"Honest, that's all I can remember."
"Well, that's enough. Thank you, sweet friend and playmate, now go I with thee!"
Grabbing Dolly by the arm, Dotty flew downstairs and across the lawn to the other house; Dolly running by her side.
Up to Dolly's new room they went.
"Lovely!" exclaimed Dotty, as she saw almost the counterpart of her own room, even to the new nightdress, – only Dolly's had a white ribbon.
"You might have had green," said Dotty, doubtfully.
"No, I don't like coloured ribbons in my underclothes. They're all right for you," Dolly added politely, "but I never did like them."
"Now I'll say my piece;" and Dotty bowed to her audience of one. "I haven't forgotten it, but it's very short.
"Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a girl healthy and wealthy and wise.
"Thank you, sweet friend and playmate, now go I with thee."
"No; you don't say that! You've been with me. Now, I go home and we both get ready for bed. When you're all ready, put out your light and – "
"Yes, I know."
Dotty scampered downstairs and over home, and fairly flew up to her room.
In less than twenty minutes Dotty was all ready for bed; she put out her light, and throwing a dressing-gown over her nightdress, she sat in the window, watching the light in Dolly's room.
She waited and waited, but the light behind the pulled-down shade remained.
"H'm!" said Dotty to herself, yawning, "she is the slowest thing! I could have undressed twice in this time!"
But at last, Dolly's light went out, and her shade was slowly raised.
Then, according to their plan, Dotty flashed her light on and off again. Dolly's light repeated this manœuvre. Then Dotty did it again, and then Dolly did. The third time the flashes came and went, and then all ceremonies over, the two girls went to their new pretty, inviting beds, and were very soon asleep.
CHAPTER IV
THE BIRTHDAY MORNING
Dotty Rose woke early next morning, and, wide-awake on the instant, sprang from her bed and flew to the window. But she could see nothing of Dolly. The white shades were down and there was no sign of any one stirring. Dotty turned back and began anew to look at her pretty belongings. On the dressing-table she spied something she had not seen there the night before. It was a lovely picture of Dolly in a beautiful silver frame. Dotty laughed outright, for that was exactly what she had given Dolly! A silver frame with her own picture in it. The two mothers had been in the secret, and had seen to it that the frames were alike, but neither of the girls knew that her gift was to be duplicated.
It was a perfect likeness, showing Dolly at her best; a dreamy expression on her sweet face, and her soft hair in little waves at her temples, and drawn back by an enormous ribbon bow.
It was almost too early to get dressed, so Dotty slipped on a dressing-gown and bedroom slippers and dawdled about, keeping a watch on the Fayre house, in hopes Dolly's shades would fly up.
Soon her little sister Eugenia came bounding in. She, too, was in a kimono and she gave a jump and landed with a spring in the middle of Dotty's carefully arranged couch pillows.
"Genie!" cried her sister, "get off of there!"
"Won't!" and Genie bounced up and down on the springs of the couch.
"Get off, I tell you!"
"Won't, I tell you!"
It was trying, for the pretty pillows with their snowy white embroidered covers were rumpled and tossed by Genie's mischievous play.
"Genie
