Days at Surfwood passed happily and swiftly.  Dolly and Dotty often discussed the matter and always agreed that camp life and hotel life were equally pleasant, though in opposite ways.  And if Dotty sometimes sighed for the careless freedom of the life in the woods or if Dolly felt in her secret heart that she preferred the more formal conventions of the big hotel, they soon forgot such thoughts in the joys of the moment.

There was seabathing every day and automobile trips and all sorts of beach fun and frolic.

The time was drawing near for them to go back to Berwick and settle down again to the routine of home life.

Among the last of the season’s gaieties there was to be a children’s dance in the big ball-room.  This was a regular summer feature and all the guests of the hotel did their best to make the occasion attractive.

All under sixteen were considered children, and even some of the little tots were allowed to attend the festival.  Fancy dress was not obligatory, but many of the young people chose to wear gay costumes.

The two Cliftons, the Brown twins and Dolly and Dotty had come to be a clique by themselves, and were always together.

“Let’s dress alike for the silly party,” said Clifford, who liked to appear scornful of such amusements, but who was really very fond of them.

“All right; how shall we dress?” said Dotty, who was always ready for dressing up.

“A shepherdess costume is the prettiest thing you can wear,” said Pauline.  “I have one with me, and it’s lovely.  S’pose you two girls copy that, and then have the boys rig up something like it.”

“Mother will make us any old togs we want,” said Tad, “It isn’t a masquerade, is it?”

“Oh, no,” said Dolly; “just fancy dress, you know, if you choose, and lots of them just wear regular party clothes.”

“I’d like to be a shepherdess, all right,” said Tad with a comical simpering smile.

“Now don’t you make fun of my plan!” said Pauline; “we three girls can be shepherdesses, and you three boys can be shepherds.  Shepherd lads are lovely, with pipes and things.”

“Clay pipes?” asked Tod.

“No, goosy; pipes to play on.  Long ones with ribbons; oh, ’twill be lovely!” and Pauline clapped her hands.  “Liza will make you a suit, Carroll, and then the other boys can have it copied.”

There was much further discussion and the elders were called into consultation, but finally Pauline’s plan was adopted.

Her shepherdess’ frock was dainty and beautiful.  The Dresden flowered overdress was of silk, looped above a quilted satin petticoat, and a black velvet bodice laced up over a fine white muslin chemisette.  A broad brimmed hat with roses and a be-ribboned shepherdess’ crook completed the picture.

“It’s perfectly lovely, Pauline,” said Trudy, when she saw the dress, “but we’ll copy it for the girls in less expensive materials.  Flowered organdy will be very pretty for the panniers, and sateen or silkoline will do for the skirts.  The hats can be easily managed, and I’m sure we can get the crooks down at the shop; if not, Dad will bring them from New York.”

“You’re a brick, Trudy,” and Dotty flung her arms around the kind-hearted girl.  “It’s awful good of you to do mine as well as Dolly’s.”

“Oh, Mother will help me, and it’ll be easy as anything.  I love to do it.”

Long suffering Liza was accustomed to do as she was told, so she set to work to evolve a shepherd costume for Carroll.  She was skilful with her needle and out of sateen and some gay ribbons she constructed a suit that was picturesque and jaunty even if not entirely the sort a shepherd lad might choose for daily wear.

A soft white silk shirt with a broad open collar and a soft silk tie was very becoming to good-looking Carroll, and the pipes, so necessary to the character, were bought in New York by Carroll’s father.

Mrs. Brown was quite willing to have this suit copied for her twins, and Tod and Tad, though growling at the idea of being “dressed up like Jack Puddings,” were secretly rather pleased with the becoming garb.

“Suppose we make the caps for the boys,” said Pauline, “I know just how and I think ’twill be fun.”

The others agreed, and the day before the dance, the three girls pre-empted a cosy corner of the big veranda and sat down to work.

Copying a picture, it was not difficult to make the type of cap that would harmonise with the shepherds’ suits.

Pauline cut them out and each of the girls sewed one.

“You haven’t made the head-bands big enough, Pauline,” said Dolly, as she tried an unfinished cap on her own curly head.

“They’re plenty big enough,” Pauline retorted, “the boys haven’t such a mop of hair as you have.”

“I know that; but even allowing for that I don’t think they could ever get their heads into these small bands.  Where are they, let’s fit them on them.”

“They’ve gone off for the morning.  I tell you, Dolly, these bands are all right.  Don’t you s’pose I know anything?  Of course I measured them before I began.  Some people think they know it all!”

Pauline was quick-tempered and Dolly was not, so the latter made no response to the somewhat rude speech, and the girls sewed a few moments in silence.

Then as Dotty began to sew her cap to its band, she echoed Dolly’s words:  “Why, Polly, these bands aren’t big enough, that’s so!” and Dotty tried to put the cap on her own head.

“How silly you are!” exclaimed Pauline, angrily.  “Do you suppose your head with all that hair isn’t bigger than the boys’ heads without any hair to speak of?  I tell you I measured these bands and they’re plenty big enough.  If you girls want to be so disagreeable about it, you can make the caps yourselves.”

“It’s no use finishing these things,” declared Dotty, “for the boys can’t get their heads into them!  Why they’re hardly big enough for a six year old kid!”

“I tell you they are.  I guess I know.  I measured one on my own brother and his head is just as big as the Browns’ heads are.”

“You’ve got the big-head yourself!” Dotty flashed back at her, “you think you know everything, Pauline Clifton!  I’m just sure the boys can’t wear these caps, but we’ll go on and finish them, since you say they’re big enough.”

“They are big enough! there’s no reason why we shouldn’t finish them!” and Pauline’s cheeks grew red as she sewed hurriedly on the cap she held.

“Well, don’t let’s quarrel about it,” said Dolly, who had not changed her opinion, but who wanted to make peace.  “If Pauline says they’re all right, Dotty, let’s go on and sew them.  She must know, if she measured Carroll’s head.”

“Of course I know!” and Pauline scowled at the other two girls.  “If you’d sew instead of fussing and finding fault, we could get the things done before luncheon.”

“All right,” and Dolly smiled pleasantly, shaking her head at Dotty, who was just about to make an angry speech.  “If Polly takes the responsibility, I’m satisfied to go on, but it certainly doesn’t seem to me that any boy could get his head into that thing!” And she held up a cap whose head band certainly did seem small.

“I’ll take the responsibility all right,” and Pauline shook her head angrily.  “And when you see the boys with these caps on, you’ll realise how silly you’ve acted.”

The girls stitched on for a few minutes without speaking and then Dolly’s gentle voice broke the silence with some comment on some other subject and peace was restored outwardly, though each of the three was conscious of an angry undercurrent to their conversation.

The caps finished, Pauline took the three of them and said she would give them to Liza, who had the ribbon streamers for them.

So the trio separated and as the Fayres had an engagement for that afternoon the three girls were not together again until the next day.

The next day was the day of the dance, but there was a tennis tournament in the afternoon, in which all the young people took part, and so interested were they in the games that no reference was made to the quarrel of the day before.

The dance was in the evening, and at dinner time Dolly and Dotty passed the Cliftons’ table on their way to their own.

“Get dressed early and come down to the ball-room as soon as you can,” Carroll said to them as they went by.  “The party is a short one, anyway.”

The children’s dance was only from eight till ten as the more grown-up young people claimed the floor later.

Trudy helped Dolly and Dotty into their pretty dresses and both she and Mrs. Fayre exclaimed with admiration.

The costumes of organdy and sateen were quite as pretty as the model of silk and satin.  Both girls wore their hair hanging in loose curls and their broad rose-trimmed hats had long streamers of blue and pink ribbon which tied under the chin with a bow at one side.  Their long white crooks bore bunches of ribbon and each carried a little basket of flowers to add to the dainty effect.

They found the others awaiting them in the ball-room, and indeed the dancing was just about to begin as they arrived.

It was a pretty sight.  The long handsome room was specially decorated with flowers and banners, and the gaily dressed children were laughing and running about in glee.  Many of eight or nine, were dancing in pretty fashion, and indeed all ages under sixteen were represented.  This frolic was an annual affair and the majority of the children staying at the hotel were allowed to attend.

Perhaps half of them were in fancy costume and fairies and Red Ridinghoods flitted about with Bobby Shaftos or miniature cavaliers.

“Isn’t it beautiful!” cried Dotty, at the threshold of the ball-room.  She had never seen a party just like this before and the gay sight entranced her.

“We can’t go in,” laughed Trudy, as she and her parents looked in at the door.  “The room is reserved for you kiddies, and we can only peep in at the windows.”

Dolly and Dotty soon found their friends and crossed the room to join the Shepherd Clan.

Pauline looked very lovely in her elaborate costume, and the boys were really fine as shepherd lads.

As the two girls approached, Pauline whispered to them, with an air of triumph, “You see the caps are plenty big enough!” and sure enough the three boys wore their caps, set jauntily on the side of their heads; but without a doubt the bands were amply large.

“So you see, I did know something after all,” Pauline went on, and Dolly said frankly, “You did, Polly; you were right and we were wrong.”

Dotty was not quite so smilingly gracious, but she had a strong sense of justice and she said, “They are big enough, Pauline, I was mistaken,” and then the dancing began.

There were only simple dances as the children had not mastered the intricacies of modern steps, and there was much fun and gay good-natured banter.  The Shepherds and Shepherdesses danced first with each other, but later others joined them and the clan separated.

But the last dance before supper Dolly danced with Carroll Clifton.

At the finish they sat for a moment under some palms to rest, and Carroll took off his cap and held it in his hand.

As a matter of fact, Dolly had forgotten all about the cap discussion, but suddenly her eyes fell on the inside of the cap, as Carroll held it carelessly upside down on his knee.

She could hardly believe her eyes, but she looked again and sure enough, she was right!  A full inch of material had been let into the band at the back to make it larger.  Dolly stared at it, and then taking the cap, as if to admire it, she said, “I wonder if this is the one I made.  You know we girls made the shepherd caps, and I hope you’re duly grateful.”

“Yes, nice cap-makers you are!” said Carroll, banteringly.  “They were so little we couldn’t get them on.  I told Polly and she gathered them in last night and took them up to her room and made them bigger.  I guess she spent half the night doing it, for her light was burning pretty late.”

Dolly said nothing, but a wave of indignation swept over her to think Pauline should so deceive her.  To think she should be so small and petty as when she found herself in the wrong to secretly rectify her own mistake and then triumphantly announce to the girls that the caps were big enough after all!

Of course they were big enough, after she had set a piece in each one!  Dolly smiled to herself to think what an undertaking it must have been, for that alteration, and it was done neatly, meant a troublesome bit of ripping and sewing.

Carroll looked at her inquiringly.

“Well,” he said, “is it the one you made?  You seem desperately interested in it!”

“I don’t know whether it’s the one or not.  But it doesn’t matter, they’re all alike.  Put it on, Carroll, they’re all going out to supper now, and it spoils your costume not to wear it.”

Supper was a gay feast.  It was the one occasion of the year when the children were allowed in the dining-room at night, and there were snapping-crackers and especial varieties of cakes and ices and jellies suited to juvenile tastes.

After supper the young guests were supposed to say good-night and the party was over.

As they went upstairs, Dolly pulled Dotty back beside her, and at the same moment whispered to Tod to let her take his cap.

Unnoticed by any one else, Dolly showed Dotty the piecing inside, and putting her finger on her lip, shook her head as an admonition to be silent.  Then she returned the cap to Tod, who hadn’t noticed the incident especially, and on the upper landing of the great staircase, the children said their gay good-nights and went off to their various apartments.

“Now, what do you think of that?” said the fair-haired Shepherdess, not waiting to take off her fancy costume, but pulling the black-haired Shepherdess down to the window-seat beside her.

This was the spot where the girls sat nearly every night to talk over the events of the day.  The wide velvet-cushioned seat with its many pillows, was cosy and comfortable, and the view of the ocean and the sound of the rolling waves made these evening chats very happy and confidential.

“But I don’t understand,” said Dotty, looking puzzled.  “You motioned for me not to speak a word, so I didn’t.  But what does it mean?  Who put that piece in Tod’s cap, his mother?”

“No; Pauline did it!  She sneaked those caps away to her room last night, and sat up till all hours piecing those pieces in.  And a sweet job she must have had of it!  Why, it’s about as much trouble to piece a thing like that, as to make a whole cap!”

“Pauline did it?” still Dotty couldn’t understand.  “Why, she said this evening that the caps were all right and big enough.”

“Of course they were, after she pieced the bands out longer!  She did it herself, Dotty, and then pretended to us that they were just as we had left them.  At least she meant us to think that, for she said, ’Now don’t you see they’re all right?’ and she didn’t tell us she had fixed them.”

“How do you know she did it?  Maybe Mrs. Brown or Liza did it.”

“Carroll told me Polly did it herself.  After she went to her room last night.  He says her light was burning awful late because she had to fix the three caps.”

“The deceitful girl!  If that isn’t the limit!  Just wait till I see her, I’ll tell her what I think of her!”

“Now, Dotty, that’s just what I don’t want you to do.  I knew how you’d feel about this thing, and honest, at first I thought I wouldn’t tell you, ’cause if I hadn’t, you never would have known.  But we never do have secrets from each other, and so when I found it out, I thought I ought to tell you.  But I don’t want you to quarrel with Pauline about it.  Won’t you let it go, Dot, and never say anything to her on the subject?”

“No, I won’t, Dolly.  She told a story, or if she didn’t tell it right out, she made us think what wasn’t true, and it’s just the same.  She ought to be shown up.  Tod and Tad and her own brother, too, ought to know what a mean thing she did.  It’s only justice, Dolly, that they should.  You’re so easy-going you’d forgive anything and forget it, too!  But I can’t.  I’ve got to tell that Clifton girl what I think of her.  Oh, I never heard of such meanness!  Why Dollyrinda Fayre, ­you or I would scorn to do such a thing!”

“Of course we would, Dot, but I don’t know as it’s up to us to tell Pauline Clifton what she ought to do.”

“It isn’t that, Dolly; we’re not her teachers, and I don’t care what she does, ­to other people.  But she needn’t think she can do a thing like that, and act as if we didn’t know anything, when we told her she was wrong, and then when she finds she is wrong to go and fix it up on the sly and pretend she was right all along!  No-sir-ee!  I won’t stand for it.  I’ll show her up in all her meanness and deceit and I’ll do it before the boys, too.  She ought to be made to feel cheap!  The idea!”

Dolly waited in silence until Dotty’s wrath had spent itself.  She had known Dotty would act like this, but she hoped to calm her justifiable anger.

“Well, all right, Dot,” she said at last; “then if you still persist in quarrelling with Pauline about this thing, and if you won’t agree not to say anything to her about it, then I’m going to ask you not to, just for my sake.  I don’t often ask you a favour seriously, Dotty Rose, but I do now.  If you’re a friend of mine and if you really care anything about me, won’t you promise, just because I ask it, not to say anything to Pauline about those caps?”

The two Shepherdesses faced each other in silence.  Both were sitting cross-legged in Turkish fashion on the wide divan, and as they had not turned on their room lights, only the moonlight that streamed across the ocean illumined the two earnest faces.

Fair-haired Dolly was pale in her earnestness and her blue eyes looked beseechingly at her friend.

The black-haired Shepherdess was flushed with anger.  Her crook had fallen to the floor and she had tossed her hat beside it.  Her black eyes snapped and her curly head shook as she refused Dolly’s request.  But the pleading voice kept on, until at last kindness conquered, and Dotty Rose gave in.

“All right, you dear old thing,” she cried, as she grabbed Dolly round the neck, “you’ve a Heavenly disposition, and I’m a horrid, ugly thing, but I’ll do as you say, because you ask me to.”

“You’re not ugly, Dotty, a bit; only you have a high temper, and your sense of justice makes you feel like getting even with people.  And I don’t say you’re not right.  Why, of course there is such a thing as righteous indignation, and this may be the place for it.  Only, I do want to have my way this time.  You see, we’re going home day after to-morrow, and very likely we’ll never see the Cliftons again, after we leave here.  They don’t come here every summer like we do.  And I hate to spoil these two last days with a horrid squabble, when we six have been so nice and chummy and pleasant all the time we’ve been here.  You needn’t have much to do with Pauline, if you don’t want to, but just for two days, can’t you just be decently polite to her, and not say anything about this business?”

“I can and I will,” said Dotty, heartily; “but you needn’t think, old lady, that it’s because I’m a meek and mild little lamb, and don’t feel like telling that girl what I think of her!  No, sir!  It’s because, ­well first because you ask me to; and second, because I’m the guest of you and your people, and it wouldn’t be a bit nice of me to stir up an unpleasantness that probably everybody would know about.  So, unless Miss Pauline Clifton refers to it herself, she’ll never hear of that cap subject from me!”

“You’re an old trump, Dotty, and I love you a million bushels!  And I’m glad we’re going home so soon, and oh, just think! we’ll start off to school together, and we’ll both go to High School, and we’ll have just the same lessons, and we’ll be together every day.  Dotty Rose, I’m glad I’ve got you for a friend!”

“You’re not half as glad as I am, Dolly Fayre!”

“We’ll always be friends, whatever happens, won’t we?” said Dolly; “and we’ll always tell each other everything.”

“Always and always!” said the other Shepherdess, and they sealed their compact with a kiss.

And the big, round-faced moon smiled at them across the night-blue ocean, and tried to make up his mind which of the two D’s he was more fond of.