ut our
way, you know. Everything, including our hearts."

"That's true enough in your case," responded his sister. "Your old
room is ready for you. Run right up; I must speak to the maids."

By this time, the two little girls were in the room they were to share
together, and in a few minutes Polly had made herself more presentable
by the use of soap and water, and with Molly's help in changing her
dress. Then the cousins faced each other and examined one another
critically, and presently both burst out laughing. "You don't look a
bit as I thought you did," said Molly.

"Neither do you," returned Polly. "I thought you would be fair, like a
doll I have named Molly."

"And I thought you would be like a picture I have of Minnehaha,"
returned Molly. Then they laughed again. "Isn't it funny that we are
both named for our grandmother," continued Molly. "Suppose you had
been called Molly instead of Polly, wouldn't we get mixed up?"

"Yes, almost as much as if we were both called Polly," said Polly,
laughing again.

"Are you very, very fond of Uncle Dick?" asked Molly.

"Oh, dear, yes; I adore him. We are just the best sort of friends. He
is the greatest tease, but I know ways to tease him, too."

"Oh, do tell me," Molly begged, "for he teases me nearly to death,
though I think he is perfectly splendid."

"Wait till he is in a teasing mood, and you'll see," Polly answered.
"Oh, Molly, I am perfectly wild to think I am to see the ocean. I have
lived among the mountains all my life, and I am wild to get to the sea."

"You will love it," Molly assured her. "Won't we have a fine time all
summer together?" She looked admiringly at Polly's curling locks, her
dimples, and her pretty fresh white frock. Here was a cousin of whom
she need not be ashamed. Why had Uncle Dick called her as wild as a
March hare? Why had he given Molly the impression that an Indian was a
tame creature beside Polly Perrine?

Polly was thinking much the same thing. Why had Uncle Dick given her
the idea that she would find her cousin a fair, doll-like creature? To
be sure she had seen a photograph of Molly, but she had worn a hat and
coat when it was taken and one could easily get a wrong impression from
it.

"Let's go down," proposed Molly; "I have lots of things to show you;
besides I want to see Uncle Dick." She felt a little jealous of her
cousin's claim to their uncle, and she felt sure her father would
appropriate him if h