walks and moves around. She hasn't any _go_ to her."

"Well, you've go enough for the whole neighbourhood! Probably you'll
find she's a nice, well-behaved little girl."

"All right, have it just as you like, Aunt Clara. When are you going to
fix my room, Mother?"

"As soon as your things come; not till to-morrow, most likely. If we can
get beds to sleep on to-night, that's all I'll ask."

"I think it's fun," and Dotty danced around on one toe; "I'd like to
live this way, always,--nothing in its place and all higgledy-piggledy!"

"I believe you would," returned her mother, laughing. "Now, if you've
finished your lunch, dearie, run away and play, for you only bother
around here."

Dotty ran away but she didn't play. She went from one room to another,
trying to learn the details of her new home; but ever and anon her
glance would stray to the house next door, and she would wonder what the
yellow-haired girl was doing.

Dotty had been allowed to choose her own room from two that her mother
designated. One was on the side of the house that faced the Fayres', the
other wasn't. Dotty hesitated between them. She went in one and then the
other.

"If I _should_ like that prim-faced thing," she said to her Aunt Clara,
"I'd rather have this room, that looks toward their house. But if I
_don't_ like her,--and I'm just about sure I _won't_,--I'd rather have
my room on the other side."

"Oh, you'll like her, after you know her," said Aunt Clara, carelessly.
"But don't mind that, take the room you think pleasanter."

So Dotty considered them both again. The room not facing the Fayres' was
without doubt the more attractive of the two, though not much so. It had
a large bay window, which was delightful; but then on the other hand the
other room had an open fireplace, and Dotty loved a wood fire.

She stood in the room with the fireplace, looking toward the next house.
It was Saturday afternoon, and as she watched she saw the yellow-haired
girl and two ladies come out and get in a motor car.

"I don't like her!" Dotty declared again, though as there was no one
else present, she talked to herself. "She walks like a prig, she gets in
the car like a prig and she sits down on the seat like a prig! I don't
like her, and I'm going to take the other room!"

So, when her own furniture arrived it was put in the room with the bay
window and which did not overlook the Fayre house. The house that she
could see from her newly chosen ro