her brother and sister-- Paul and Dora-- or more often "Dodo," aged
four.

They were "regular tykes," whatever that is. Mollie said so, and she
ought to know. "If you gave them that idea," she went on, "we'd have
them both in the hospital. However, they're not likely to come
to-day."

"Why not?" asked Betty, for the twins had a habit of appearing most
unexpectedly, and in the most out-of-the-way places.

"They're over at Aunt Kittie's for the day, and I told mamma I
shouldn't mind if she kept them a week."

"Oh, the dears!" murmured Amy.

"You wouldn't say so if you saw how they upset my room yesterday. I
like a little peace and quietness," exclaimed Mollie. "I love Paul and
Dodo, but-- and she shrugged her shoulders effectively, as only the
French can.

"Here's the talcum," spoke Grace. "I'm sorry about the chocolates.
Wait until I see Will," and she shook an imaginary brother.

"Never mind, dear, it's too hot for candies, anyhow," consoled Betty.
"Pass the talcum," and she reached for the box that Mollie was then
using. "It has the most delightful odor, Grace. Where did you get it?"

"It's a new sample lot Harrison's pharmacy got in. Mr. Harrison gave
me a box to try, and said---- "