"Thank goodness, Paul isn't with her," murmured Grace. "Then we would
be in for it."
"Dodo," cried Mollie as the child started up the walk, "scrape some of
that mud off your feet before you come up, You will get Betty's porch
all dirty."
"Name's Dora-- not Dodo," the little girl answered, paying not the
slightest heed to Mollie's caution about the mud. "Dodo's a baby's
name-- don't like it. Got something for you."
She stumbled heedlessly up the steps, leaving a trail of mud behind
her, and almost breaking her neck in the bargain.
"Now just look at Betty's porch," Mollie was beginning in exasperation
when Betty laughingly interfered.
"Oh, let her alone, Mollie," she coaxed. "The porch was dirty anyway
and-- what's that you have in your hand, Dodo?"
"Sumfin' for Mollie," answered Dodo, leaning sulkily against the rail
while the girls regarded her anxiously. "An' if Mollie aren't nice to
me she can't have it."
"Oh, for goodness' sake be nice to her and get it over with, Mollie,"
urged Grace, uneasily conscious of the candy box she had shoved
hastily behind her.
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