She was afraid one corner of it might show.
So Mollie got down from her perch on the railing and went over
coaxingly to the little girl.
"Give it to Mollie, honey," she begged. "I'll even call you Dora, if
you will."
"Always Dora-- never Dodo?" asked Dodo eagerly, for she was growing
out of babyhood just enough to resent being called by her baby name.
"Always Dora," Mollie promised.
For answer Dodo held out the white thing she had waved at them from
the street, and with a little cry of excitement Mollie saw that it was
a letter addressed to her in her Uncle John's firm hand.
At her exclamation the girls crowded round her eagerly. She hastily
tore open the envelope and devoured the contents. Then she turned to
the girls with a glowing face.
"It's all right, it's all right!" she cried, waving the letter round
her head like a flag and nearly upsetting her chums. "Uncle John says
it is settled. He is going to Canada for a couple of months and we can
have the lodge for the whole time he is away or a part of it, just as
we wish.
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