what about that?"
"We haven't planned for the summer yet, Bobs," said his mother. "Perhaps by August, if Dotty is all right, we can go somewhere for awhile."
"You bet we will!" returned Bob. "Dotty will be all right!"
The next day but one Mrs. Rose took her big boy over to call on Dolly Fayre.
Though unable to leave her bed, Dolly could sit up and was allowed to see a few visitors each day. It was her nature to be quiet, so she was a much more tractable patient than Dotty and her broken bone had already begun to knit and was getting along nicely. It was very monotonous to sit or lie there day after day, but Dolly was patient and always took things placidly. Her parents and Trudy read to her and played games with her and entertained her in various ways and Dolly was as cheerful as any little girl could be in such circumstances.
It was a bitter disappointment to her that she could not take part in the Closing Exercises of her class. But she was reconciled to her fate and made no complaints, though deeply regretting her enforced absence from school. Her classmates came to see her occasionally, but they were so busy preparing for the celebration that they had little time for social calls.
Dotty looked forward eagerly to the homecoming of her brother Bert and she also awaited with some curiosity the meeting with Bob Rose.
However, she had heard so much about Bob from Dotty, that she was not surprised when the merry-faced boy appeared at her bedside with a gay and cheery greeting.
"I'm Bob," he said, holding out his hand, and not waiting for his mother's more formal introduction.
"I'm Dolly," and the blue eyes smiled at him as a little white hand clasped his own.
"By Jove, you do look like your picture, only you're prettier!" exclaimed Bob as he took the chair Mrs. Fayre offered him.
"It's my new cap," and Dolly smiled from beneath the lacy frills and rosebud decorations of a dainty new cap that Trudy had just made for her. She wore a Japanese kimono of pale green silk embroidered with white cherry blossoms, and as she sat surrounded by embroidered pillows and lace coverlets, Bob thought he had never seen a prettier picture.
"You look like a princess," he said. "Princess Dolly."
"I am a princess," she smiled back; "Mother and Trudy are my ladies in waiting and do just as I bid them. How much you look like Dotty."
"Glad you think so; I think Dot's a raving beauty. But I say, it's a shame you two girls had to go and break each other up just when we were going to have a perfectly good old summer time."
"I know it; isn't it a shame. But we'll have to wait till next summer and have the fun then."
"'Deed we won't! You'll be outdoors by the first of August, won't you?"
"Yes," and Dolly made a wry face, "but that's about the same as saying the first of Eternity!"
"Oh, not so bad as that. And anyhow I'm an inventive genius, and I'll bet we can have some fun even before August."
A bustle and commotion was heard downstairs just then and Dolly's face lighted up as she heard a familiar voice.
"Oh," she cried; "there's Bert! Come on up, Bert."
"Sure thing!" came the reply, and in another minute Bert Fayre stood in the doorway.
He was a tall, slender boy of seventeen with brown hair and eyes and he looked at Dolly with a pained expression.
"Poor old Doll!" he said softly; "I'm so sorry for you!"
"Oh, it isn't very bad now, Bert," and Dolly smiled cheerfully. "Come on in and meet Mrs. Rose and Bob. They're our next door neighbours."
Bert came in and greeted the visitors with an easy grace. Then going over to Dolly he kissed her affectionately and sat down beside her.
The two boys silently sized each other up and each concluded that the other seemed to be "A little bit of all right."
They attended different schools, and soon were deep in a discussion of their school doings. Dolly lay back among her pillows and looked at them. She adored her brother and she decided that Dotty's brother was also worthy of consideration. She liked Bob's breezy offhand way which was not at all like Bert's gentle, kindly manner. But they were two awfully nice boys and she felt sure they were going to be friends. If only she could be up and around and have good times with them! A slight pang of envy swept over her, as she heard Bob enthusiastically declare that he was going to have Dot out of bed and downstairs in short order. For no amount of enthusiasm or energy could work that miracle for Dolly, in less than a month. But she did not show this disappointment and chatted gaily with the boys and with Mrs. Rose and her own mother.
As the days went by the four young people became good friends. The boys were chummy from the first and nearly every day they carried messages back and forth for the girls. But there were long hours when the girls were alone, and both patient Dolly and impatient Dotty deeply wished they had never tried that roller-skate race.
"There's no use celebrating the Fourth of July," said Bert disconsolately, a few days before the Fourth. "We don't want a celebration that the girls can't see."
"Then let's have one that they can see," said Bob; "I'll tell you what we'll do,—I've a brilliant idea."
His idea was a brilliant one, so much so that it required the co-operation of both families with the exception of the two girls, from whom it was kept a secret.
But the two D's were told that the evening of the Fourth would be a red letter day for them and they looked forward eagerly to whatever it might be.
About seven o'clock on Fourth of July evening, Mrs. Fayre came into Dolly's room with her arms full of red, white and blue material. This proved to be a voluminous robe-like drapery which transformed Dolly into a goddess of liberty. A liberty cap was put upon her golden head and a silk flag was presented to her.
"Stunning!" exclaimed Bert, who came in to view the effect. "Just you wait, old girl, and we'll bring you something you'll like better yet!"
So Dolly waited and in a few moments she could hear out in the hall much giggling and many footsteps. Then Trudy came in and arranged a screen so that the doorway from the hall was hidden. Dolly watched breathlessly and soon heard people coming in behind the screen and recognised the boys' voices as well as those of her father and Mr. Rose.
"I know you're there, Bob and Bert," she called out. "Come here Bob and see the goddess of liberty."
"Wait a minute," said Bert, and there was more giggling and whispering.
"Now!" said somebody and then the screen was whisked away and Dolly saw standing before her,—Dotty!
It really was Dotty, smiling with eagerness and dressed like Dolly in red, white and blue.
"Oh, Dotty!" and "Oh, Dolly!" rang out at the same moment and the two girls stared hard at each other, for they had not seen one another's faces since that fatal moment when they came together on their roller skates.
"I'm just crazy to run over there and grab you!" cried Dotty, "but I promised I wouldn't touch you, or I might break us up all over
