"It will be fine," cried Mollie. "Any news about the papers, Grace?"
"Not a word, and no trace of Prince."
"That is queer," said Betty. "But we will live in hopes—that Dodo will be all right, and that the papers will be found."
"Indeed we will," sighed Grace.
Mr. Lagg was bowing and smiling behind his counter while the girls were reading their letters.
"What will it be? What will it be? What will it be to-day?
Be pleased to leave an order, before you go away!"
"Really, I don't believe we need a thing," answered Mollie, in answer to this poetical effusion. "We might have"
"Some more olives," interrupted Grace. "They are so handy to eat, if you wake up in the night, and can't sleep."
"Shades of Morpheus preserve us!" laughed Mollie. "Olives!"
"Does the ghost keep you awake?" asked the storekeeper.
"Not—not lately!" answered Betty, truthfully.
