id at Glenmore. I wonder if her aunt likes him. He tears and chews
everything he can get hold of."

"Hello!" called Patricia, as soon as she saw them, then, "My! What did
you and Nancy get sent home for?"

"We weren't sent home," Nancy said, indignantly.

"Now, Nancy Ferris, Glenmore doesn't close until next week, and here are
you two at home."

"That is no sign that we were sent," said Dorothy. "Mother sent for us."

"Oh, was that it?" Patricia said saucily, and then turning to Mollie she
asked:

"How do you like my dog? He isn't a pretty dog, but he knows everything,
and he _always_ minds. My friends think it is just wonderful the way he
minds me. I taught him to. Stop!" she cried. "Stop, I tell you. I won't
let you chew the edge of my skirt. Will you stop? Oh, well I don't care
if you do chew it. It's an old dress, anyway."

She saw that he would not stop.

"I've named him Diogenes. I don't know who Diogenes was, but I liked the
name and he's such a hand to dodge, I thought I'd call him 'Dodgy' for
short. Well, I'm sure I don't see why you look so amused. _I_ think I've
chosen a grand name for him. Come on, Dodgy!" but the small dog lay
down.

"Well, well, how you do act! Come on! Up the street! Come!"

The dog got up, yawned, and then, taking a good hold on the leash, he
snatched it from Patricia's hand, and made off with it, as fast as he
could scamper, Patricia after him at top speed.

"He minded me that time," she turned to say, then resumed her chase.

* * * * *

The next few days were filled with preparation for the trip to Foam
Ridge, and Dorothy and Nancy could think of little else.

Both had felt the constraint at Glenmore which was really necessary at
so large a school.

The freedom from study, with its fixed hours would be refreshing.

There would be fine surf at Foam Ridge, and the two had "tried on" their
new bathing-suits at least a dozen times. They had studied the elaborate
booklet that showed in colors, the beauty-spots of the place, and
Dorothy had received a letter from Betty Chase, saying that in a short
time she would be there to join them in their sports.

They were wondering what new friends they would make during the summer.
Betty, they knew, would be a lively companion.

Of the gay summer at the shore, of the fun and frolic, of the unexpected
things that happened, one may read in

"DOROTHY DAINTY AT FOAM RIDGE."

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