"Paul!" she called. "Dodo! Come here this instant
with my goggles!"
The children looked up, their dispute forgotten.
"Us hasn't any doddles--us got tecticals!" exclaimed Paul.
"Well, those are sister's spectacles--to wear in the auto so the dust
won't get in her eyes," explained Mollie, as she approached the twins,
"Give them to sister."
"Oo et us wide in tar us dive um to oo," stipulated Dodo, holding the
goggles behind her back.
"Not to-day, pet," said Mollie, sweetly--compromisingly.
Dodo arose, and backed away, limping slightly, for she was not quite
recovered from a recent operation as the result of a peculiar accident.
She held the goggles out of reach, and, walking with her eyes fixed on
her sister, she was in danger of stumbling.
"She'll fall and break them," cried Grace.
"That's what I'm afraid of," said Mollie. "Come, Dodo, give the glasses
to sister."
"Her dive um for tandy!" cried the crafty Paul, seeing a chance to make
capital out of his little sister's strategic move. "Us dive oo glasses
for tandy; won't us, Dodo?"
"Us will," assented Dora--or Dodo, as she was almost universally called.
"Us dive for tandy--lots of tandy."
"The little rascals," laughed Mollie. "I wish I dared rush at her and
take them away. But she might fall----" and with the recollection of
what little Dodo had suffered, Mollie gave up her plan of action.
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