"
"Probably in the county jail for disturbing the peace," said Grace
ruefully, and Mollie laughed, thereby restoring harmony, for the time
being at least.
"Oh, hurry, please do hurry, Mollie!" A small cyclone precipitated
itself out of the house and into Mollie's arms. "Muvver's cwyin' tuwible
and she's telephonin' to evwybody to make you come home quick.
Oh--oh----" This was the beginning of a muffled wail--silenced by
Mollie's hand over the small one's mouth.
"Dodo, don't cry," Mollie implored. "What is the matter with mother? Is
she sick? Oh, don't bother to tell me--I'll see for myself. Come on,
girls."
"Had we better?" asked Betty, with instinctive delicacy. "It may be
something she won't want us to know."
"Oh, don't be silly," cried Mollie, impatiently, shoving the three girls
before her through the doorway. "You know as well as I do that we
haven't any secrets from you. Oh, what can be the matter?"
They found Mrs. Billette in the library where her small daughter,
Dora--nicknamed Dodo, and one of a pair of exceedingly mischievous
twins--ran to tell her of Mollie's timely arrival.
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