Two Little Women on a Holiday - Carolyn Wells (top romance novels txt) 📗

“Hello, Dolly,” said Dotty Rose, over the telephone.

“Hello, Dot,” responded Dolly Fayre. “What you want?”

“Oh! I can’t tell you this way. Come on over, just as quick as you can.”

“But I haven’t finished my Algebra, and it’s nearly dinner time, anyway.”

“No it isn’t,—and no matter if it is. Come on, I tell you! You’d come fast enough if you knew what it’s about!”

“Tell me, then.”

“I say I can’t,—over the telephone. Oh, Dolly, come on, and stop fussing!”

The telephone receiver at Dotty’s end of the wire was hung up with a click, and Dolly began to waggle her receiver hook in hope of getting Dotty back. But there was no response, so Dolly rose and went for her coat. Flinging it round her, and not stopping to get a hat, she ran next door to Dotty Rose’s house.

It was mid January, and the six o’clock darkness was lighted only by the street lights. Flying across the two lawns that divided the houses, Dolly found Dotty awaiting her at the side door.

“Hurry up in, Doll,” she cried, eagerly, “the greatest thing you ever heard! Oh, the very greatest! If you only CAN! Oh, if you ONLY can!”

“Can what? Do tell me what you’re talking about.” Dolly tossed her coat on the hall rack, and followed Dotty into the Roses’ living-room. There she found Dotty’s parents and also Bernice Forbes and her father. What could such a gathering mean? Dolly began to think of school happenings; had she cut up any mischievous pranks or inadvertently done anything wrong? What else could bring Mr. Forbes to the Roses’ on what was very evidently an important errand? For all present were eagerly interested,—that much was clear. Mr. and Mrs. Rose were smiling, yet shaking their heads in uncertainty; Bernice was flushed and excited; and Mr. Forbes himself was apparently trying to persuade them to something he was proposing.

This much Dolly gathered before she heard a word of the discussion. Then Mrs. Rose said, “Here’s Dolly Fayre. You tell her about it, Mr. Forbes.”

“Oh, let me tell her,” cried Bernice.

“No,” said Mr. Rose, “let her hear it first from your father. You girls can chatter afterward.”

So Mr. Forbes spoke. “My dear child,” he said to Dolly, “my Bernice is invited to spend a week with her uncle, in New York City. She is privileged to ask you two girls to accompany her if you care to.”

Dolly listened, without quite grasping the idea. She was slow of thought, though far from stupid. And this was such a sudden and startling suggestion that she couldn’t quite take it in.

“Go to New York, for a week. Oh, I couldn’t. I have to go to school.”

Mrs. Rose smiled. “That’s just the trouble, Dolly. Dot has to go to school, too,—at least, she ought to. Bernice, likewise. But this invitation is so delightful and so unusual, that I’m thinking you three girls ought to take advantage of it. The question is, what will your parents say?”

“Oh, they’ll never let me go!” exclaimed Dolly, decidedly. “They don’t want anything to interfere with my lessons.”

“No, and we feel the same way about Dotty. But an exceptional case must be considered in an exceptional manner. I think your people might be persuaded if we go about it in the right way.”

“I don’t believe so,” and Dolly looked very dubious. “Tell me more about it.”

“Oh, Doll, it’s just gorgeous!” broke in Bernice. “Uncle Jeff,—he’s father’s brother,—wants me to spend a week with him. And he’s going to have my cousin, Alicia, there at the same time. And he wants us to bring two other girls, and Alicia can’t bring one, ‘cause she’s at boarding school, and none of the girls can get leave,—that is, none that she wants. So Uncle said for me to get two, if I could,—and I want you and Dot.”

“A whole week in New York! Visiting!” Dolly’s eyes sparkled as the truth began to dawn on her. “Oh, I WISH I could coax Mother into it. I’ve never been to New York to stay any time. Only just for the day. How lovely of you, Bernie, to ask us!”

“There’s no one else I’d rather have, but if you can’t go, I’ll have to ask Maisie May. I must get two.”

“Are you going anyway, Dots?”

“I don’t know. I want to go terribly, but I don’t want to go without you, Dolly. Oh, WON’T your mother let you?”

“The only way to find out is to ask her,” said Mr. Forbes, smiling. “Suppose I go over there now and ask. Shall I go alone, or take you three chatterboxes along?”

“Oh, let us go,” and Dotty sprang up; “we can coax and you can tell about the arrangements.”

“Very well,” agreed Mr. Forbes, “come along, then.”

So the four went across to the Fayre house, and found the rest of Dolly’s family gathered in the library.

“Here is Mr. Forbes, Daddy,” said Dolly, as they entered.

Mr. and Mrs. Fayre and Trudy, Dolly’s older sister, greeted the visitor cordially, and looked with smiling inquiry at the eager faces of the three girls.

Dolly went and sat on the arm of her mother’s chair, and, putting an arm around her, whispered, “Oh, Mumsie, please, PLEASE do say yes! Oh, please do!”

“Yes to what?” returned Mrs. Fayre, patting her daughter’s shoulder.

“Mr. Forbes will tell you. Listen.”

“It’s this way, my dear people,” began Mr. Forbes. He was a man with an impressive manner, and it seemed as if he were about to make a speech of grave importance, as, indeed, from the girls’ point of view, he was. “My brother Jefferson, who lives in New York, has invited my daughter to spend a week in his home there. He has asked also another niece, Miss Alicia Steele. He wants these girl visitors to bring with them two friends, and as Alicia does not wish to avail herself of that privilege, Bernice may take two with her. She wants to take Dotty and Dolly. There, that’s the whole story in a nutshell. The question is, may Dolly go?”

“When is this visit to be made?” asked Mrs. Fayre.

“As soon as convenient for all concerned. My brother would like the girls to come some day next week, and remain one week.”

“What about school?” and Mrs. Fayre looked decidedly disapproving of the plan.

“That’s just it!” exclaimed Dotty. “We knew you’d say that! But, Mrs. Fayre, my mother says this is the chance of a lifetime,—almost,—and we ought, we really OUGHT to take advantage of it.”

“But to be out of school for a whole week,—and what with getting ready and getting home and settled again, it would mean more than a week—”

“But, mother, we could make up our lessons,” pleaded Dolly, “and I DO want to go! oh, I do want to go, just AWFULLY!”

“I should think you would,” put in Trudy. “Let her go, mother, it’ll be an education in itself,—the visit will. Why, the girls can go to the museums and art galleries and see all sorts of things.”

“Of course we can,” said Bernice, “and my uncle has a beautiful house and motor cars and everything!”

“That’s another point,” said Mr. Fayre, gravely. “You must realise, Mr. Forbes, that my little girl is not accustomed to grandeur and wealth. I don’t want her to enjoy it so much that she will come back discontented with her own plain home.”

“Oh, nonsense, my dear sir! A glimpse of city life and a taste of frivolity will do your girl good. Dolly is too sensible a sort to be a prey to envy or discontent. I know Dolly fairly well, and I can vouch for her common sense!”

“So can I,” said Bernice. “Doll will enjoy everything to the limit, but it won’t hurt her disposition or upset her happiness to see the sights of the city for a short time. Oh, please, Mr. Fayre, do let her go.”

“Just as her mother thinks,” and Mr. Fayre smiled at the insistent Bernice.

“Tell me of the household,” said Mrs. Fayre. “Is your brother’s wife living?”

“Jeff has never been married,” replied Mr. Forbes. “He is an elderly bachelor, and, I think is a bit lonely, now and then. But he is also a little eccentric. He desires no company, usually. It is most extraordinary that he should ask these girls. But I think he wants to see his two nieces, and he fears he cannot entertain them pleasantly unless they have other companions of their own age.”

“And who would look after the girls?”

“Mrs. Berry, my brother’s housekeeper. She is a fine noble-hearted and competent woman, who has kept his house for years. I know her, and I am perfectly willing to trust Bernice to her care. She will chaperon the young people, for I doubt if my brother will go to many places with them. But he will want them to have the best possible time, and will give them all the pleasure possible.”

“That part of it is all right, then,” smiled Mrs. Fayre; “it is, to my mind, only the loss of more than a week of the school work that presents