k without a hair less than they had when they went
away."

"We didn't count 'em," said Mollie drolly. "The hairs, that is, so how
can we tell?"

"Isn't she funny?" drawled Grace, catching the pillow Mollie threw at
her and depositing it calmly behind her back. "Thanks, old dear," she
said. "I just needed another one."

"I thought we came to talk over the plans for our vacation," Amy put in
mildly, adding with a little laugh: "We have to take one now whether we
want it or not."

"But we haven't the slightest idea what we're going to do," protested
Grace. "I guess we'd just better stay at home and do nothing."

"My, aren't you encouraging?" cried Mollie, looking up indignantly from
the pair of socks she was knitting. "You might at least suggest
something."

"Ooh, there you are!"

They turned suddenly to see a mischievous little face peeping at them
from around the corner of the porch.

"Dodo, you little wretch, come here," cried Mollie, trying to look
severe and failing utterly.

"Now what mischief have you been up to?"

"No," protested Dodo, shaking her curly head vigorously, as she
reluctantly abandoned her vantage point and came slowly toward Mollie.
"No mischief 'tall. Me an' Paul jus' playin'."

This was Dora, nicknamed Dodo, and Paul, Mollie Billette's small brother
and sister, who were nearly always getting into some sort of mischief
from the time they stepped their little feet out of bed in the morning
till the time they slipped the same little feet, tired out with getting
into trouble, into bed at night.

"You darling!" cried Betty, catching the little figure to her and
administering a bear's hug. "You're terribly bad, but we can't help
loving you."

"Uh-uh," denied Dodo, wriggling free of Betty's embrace and looking at
her earnestly. "Me's never bad--only Paul."

"Ooh, Dodo Billette!" cried Paul, bursting in upon them from no one
could quite tell where. "You's a big story teller!"

"You's the big 'tory teller," cried Dodo, coming sturdily to the rescue
of her reputation. "You just go 'way. Mol--lie, oh, Mollie, make him go
'way!"

"Oh, dear!" cried Mollie, half amused and half vexed as she put aside
her knitting and took Dodo on her lap. "I thought you and Paul promised
to play with the bunnies all the afternoon and not bother sister. Can't
you see she has company?"

"Yes," smiled the little girl, reaching up to pat Mollie's cheek
ingratiatingly. "Me an' Paul got tired playin' wiv bunnies