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“until we get some clean clothes on. I say, Dollums, we look like scarecrows.”

      “So we do!” said Dolly, fairly aghast as she realised the state of her costume. “Oh, Dick, can’t we get dressed up before we see them?”

      “’Course we can’t. Our trunks and bags haven’t come yet; and, anyway, they’ll probably be on the porch or somewhere, to meet us. Buck up, Dolly; don’t you mind. You’re just as nice that way.”

      “Is my face dirty?”

      “Not so much dirty, – as red and scratched. How did you get so chopped up?”

      “It was those briers. You went over, but I went through.”

      “I should say you did! Well, I don’t believe they’ll mind your looks. And, anyway, they’ll have to get used to it; you ’most always look like that.”

      This was cold comfort, and Dolly’s feminine heart began to feel that their appearance would be greatly in their disfavour.

      But she was of a sanguine nature, and, too, she was apt to devise expedients.

      “I’ll tell you, Dick,” she said, as an idea came to her; “you know, ‘a soft answer turneth away wrath’; no, – I guess I mean ‘charity covereth a multitude of sins.’ Yes, that’s it. And charity is love, you know. So when we see the aunties, let’s spring into their arms and kiss ’em and love ’em ’most to death, and then they won’t notice our clothes.”

      “All right, that goes. Let me see, – yes, your face is clean,” – Dick made a dab or two at it with his handkerchief. “How’s mine?”

      “Yes, it’s clean,” said Dolly, “at least, there aren’t any smudges; but you’d better wash it before supper.”

      “All right, I will. Here we go now, turning in at the gate. Be ready to jump out and fly at them if they’re on the porch.”

      They weren’t on the porch, so the twins went in at the great front door, which was opened for them by a smiling maid, whose smile broadened as she saw them. Then, repressing her smile, she ushered them to the library door and into the presence of the two waiting aunts.

      “Now!” whispered Dick, and with a mad rush, the two flew across the room like whirlwinds and fairly banged themselves into the arms of Miss Rachel and Miss Abbie Dana.

      This sudden onslaught was followed by a series of hugs and kisses which were of astonishing strength and duration.

      What Miss Rachel and Miss Abbie thought can never be known, for they had no power of thought. Victims of a volcanic visitation do not think, – at least, not coherently, and the Dana ladies were quite helpless, both mentally and physically.

      “Dear Auntie,” cooed Dolly, patting the cheek of the one she had attacked, though not knowing her name; “are you glad to see us?”

      Miss Rachel stared stupidly at her, but the stare was not reassuring, and Dolly’s heart fell.

      “Jolly glad to get here,” cried Dick, loyally trying to carry out Dolly’s plan, as he nearly choked the breath out of the other aunt. Miss Abbie had a little more sense of humour than her sister, – though neither of them was over-burdened with it, – so she said to Dick:

      “Then do stop pommeling me, and stand off where I can see what you look like!”

      But this was just what Dick was not anxious to do. So he only clung closer, and said, “Dear Auntie, which is your name?”

      “I’m your Aunt Abbie,” was the response, not too gently given, “and now stand up, if you please, and stop these monkey-tricks!”

      Of course, since she put it that way, Dick had to desist, and he released his struggling aunt, and bravely stood up for inspection.

      Miss Rachel, too, had pushed Dolly away from her, and the twins stood, hand in hand, waiting for the verdict. It was an awful moment. The physical exertion of the manner they had chosen of greeting their aunts had made their flushed little faces still redder, and the scratches stood out in bold relief.

      Also, their soiled and torn garments looked worse in this elegantly appointed room even than they had in the woods or in the carriage.

      Altogether the twins felt that their plan of defence had failed, and they were crestfallen, shy, homesick, and pretty miserable all ’round.

      But the funny part was, that the plan hadn’t failed. Though the aunts never admitted it, both their hearts were softened by the feeling of those little arms round their necks, and those vigorous, if grimy kisses that fell, irrespectively, on their cheeks, necks, or lace collars.

      Had it not been for this tornado of affection, the greeting would have been far different. But one cannot speak coldly to a guest who shows such warmth of demonstration.

      “Well, you are a pretty-looking pair!” exclaimed Miss Rachel, veiling her real disapproval behind a semblance of jocularity. “Do you always travel in ragged, dirty clothes?”

      “No, Aunt Rachel,” said Dick, feeling he must make a strike for justice; “at least, we don’t start out this way. But you see, we had hardly ever seen a brook before – ”

      “And it was so lovely!” put in Dolly, ecstatically.

      “And wild flowers to it!” cried Dick, his eyes shining with the joy of the remembrance.

      “And pebbly stones!”

      “And ripply water!”

      “And birds, flying in big bunches!”

      “Oh, but it was splendid!”

      “And so you went to the brook,” said Aunt Rachel, beginning to see daylight.

      “Yes’m; on the way up from the station, you know.”

      “Did Michael go with you?”

      “No; he sat and held the horses, and hollered for us to come back.”

      “Why didn’t you go when he called you?”

      “Why, we did; at least, we went in a minute. But, Aunt Rachel, we never had seen a real live brook before, not since we were little bits of kiddy-wids, – and we just couldn’t bear to leave it.”

      “We waded in it!” said Dolly, almost solemnly, as if she had referred to the highest possible earthly bliss.

      The Dana ladies were nonplussed. True, the affection showered on them had tempered their severity, yet now justice began to reassert itself, and surely it would not be just or fair to have these semi-barbaric children installed at Dana Dene.

      “Did your aunt in Chicago let you act like this?” asked Aunt Abbie, by way of trying to grasp the situation.

      “Well, you see, there never was a brook there,” said Dick, pleasantly. “Only Lake Michigan, and that was too big to be any fun.”

      “Oh, isn’t Heatherton lovely?” exclaimed Dolly, her big, dark eyes full of rapture.

      She had again possessed herself of Miss Rachel’s hand and was patting it, and incidentally transfering some “good, brown earth” to it, from her own little paw.

      Though Dolly had planned their mode of entrance, she had forgotten all about it now, and her affectionate demonstrations were prompted only by her own loving little heart, and not by an effort to be tactful.

      In her enthusiasm over the beautiful country-side, she fairly bubbled over with love and affection for all about her.

      “Are you both so fond of the country, then?” said Miss Abbie, a little curiously.

      “Yes, we love it,” declared Dick, “and we’ve ’most never seen it. Auntie Helen always liked fashionable places in summer, and of course in winter we were in Chicago.”

      “And we were naughty,” said Dolly, with a sudden burst of contrition, “to go wading in the brook in our good clothes. Mrs. Halkett told us ’spressly not to get soiled or even rumpled before we saw you. And we’re