ally warned her friends not to "stand too close."
"Never mind, here comes Grace," interrupted Amy. "Do sit still, Mollie; it's too warm to juggle—or is it jiggle?—around so."
"Make it wiggle," suggested Betty.
"Do hurry, Grace," called Mollie. "We can't hear about the grand surprise until you get here, and we're both just dying to know what it is."
"I couldn't find my chocolates," said Grace, as she strolled gracefully up, making the most of her slender figure. "I just know Will took them. Isn't he horrid!"
"Never mind, did you bring the talcum?" asked Amy. "We can sprinkle it on green apples and pretend it's fruit glace."
"Don't you dare suggest such a thing when my little twins come along, as they're sure to do, sooner or later," spoke Mollie, referring to 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,
