he minute you put it on?"

"All right, I'll keep away from you, if you're so afraid I'll muss you
up! Proudy!"

For some unknown reason, this epithet was the most scathing in the
girls' vocabulary, and either was quick to resent it.

"I am not a Proudy! And you'd look nicer if you took a little better
care of your own clothes,--so there now!"

"My clothes are all right! They're as good as yours! I wish we didn't
have a birthday together!"

Dotty flounced away, and Dolly walked home with an exaggerated dignity.

These little quarrels were very silly; but they often occurred between
these two who were really good friends, but who sometimes acted very
foolishly.

Dolly went in her own house, and as she ran upstairs, she sang so very
gaily, that Mrs. Fayre looked at Trudy, and said, "Another fuss!"

"Yes," and Trudy sighed. "I don't know as Dotty Rose is a very good
friend for Dolly; they quarrel a lot."

"Oh, well, they get over it right away. I think it is good for Dolly to
have some one to stir her up now and then. She's naturally so meek and
mild."

"Well, Dotty Rose stirs her up, all right!" and Trudy laughed.

It was about half an hour later, that Genie Rose appeared before Mrs.
Fayre.

"Where's Dolly?" she demanded.

"Can't you speak a little more politely, Genie?" and Mrs. Fayre smiled
pleasantly at the child.

"You ain't my mother to tell me what to say!"

"No; but this is my house and I like to have little girls act nicely
here, especially as I know that you have better manners if you choose to
use them."

Genie thought a moment, digging her toe into the rug, and at last said:

"Good-morning, Mrs. Fayre. Please may I see Dolly?"

"Why, what a little lady! Yes, indeed; you will find her in her room. Go
right up, Genie, dear."

The child trudged upstairs, and entered Dolly's room.

"What do you want?" and Dolly, with suspiciously bright eyes, looked up
from the book she was pretending to read.

"You're not so awful polite, either," and Genie's big, black eyes looked
sharply at Dolly. "But never mind. I've come over to tell you that Dot's
cryin' about you."

"Did she tell you to come?"

"Nope. She don't know I'm here. But I think you're two sillies to spoil
your nice birthday by crying about each other."

"I'm not crying!"

"Well, you have been. I can see the cry-marks in your eyes. Nice blue
eyes. C'mon over and make up."

"Get Dotty to come over here and make up."

"She won't co