th my goggles?" she asked as she hurriedly looked
about the room, lifting up a pile of books and papers on a table. "I
know I had them, and----"

"Look!" exclaimed Betty Nelson with a laugh. "Dodo and Paul are trying
to pull them apart. I suppose they think the goggles are big enough for
two," and she pointed to where the twins, Mollie's little brother and
sister, were seated on the velvety lawn, both having hold of a new pair
of auto goggles, and gravely trying to separate the two eye pieces.

"The little rascals!" cried Mollie, though she, too had to join in the
laughter of her chums. "Paul!" she called. "Dodo! Come here this instant
with my goggles!"

The children looked up, their dispute forgotten.

"Us hasn't any doddles--us got tecticals!" exclaimed Paul.

"Well, those are sister's spectacles--to wear in the auto so the dust
won't get in her eyes," explained Mollie, as she approached the twins,
"Give them to sister."

"Oo et us wide in tar us dive um to oo," stipulated Dodo, holding the
goggles behind her back.

"Not to-day, pet," said Mollie, sweetly--compromisingly.

Dodo arose, and backed away, limping slightly, for she was not quite
recovered from a recent operation as the result of a peculiar accident.
She held the goggles out of reach, and, walking with her eyes fixed on
her sister, she was in danger of stumbling.

"She'll fall and break them," cried Grace.

"That's what I'm afraid of," said Mollie. "Come, Dodo, give the glasses
to sister."

"Her dive um for tandy!" cried the crafty Paul, seeing a chance to make
capital out of his little sister's strategic move. "Us dive oo glasses
for tandy; won't us, Dodo?"

"Us will," assented Dora--or Dodo, as she was almost universally called.
"Us dive for tandy--lots of tandy."

"The little rascals," laughed Mollie. "I wish I dared rush at her and
take them away. But she might fall----" and with the recollection of
what little Dodo had suffered, Mollie gave up her plan of action. The
chauffeur tooted on the auto horn, as much as to say:

"Come, I'm waiting for you."

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Mollie. "Have any of you----"

"Grace, will you kindly oblige?" asked Betty, with a laugh. "Surely you
are not without chocolates on this momentous occasion."

"I don't see why you assume that I always have candy," remarked the
tall, slender girl, whose willowy figure added to the charm of her face,
framed in a wealth of light hair.

"Oh, we know your failing,"