How those two weeks did fly! It really seemed no time at all since the four Merrills were sitting there deciding that they could go to Boston, till the last day had arrived and Mary Jane was having a dress up "try on" of her new organdy dress to be sure it was exactly right before it was packed. How they had all worked! Mary Jane had cooked—toast on the electric toaster and coffee in the kitchen and eggs boiled just as father liked them. And she had taken her turn with Alice at washing dishes and drying dishes and making beds and cleaning the bathroom (Mary Jane liked that the best of anything except cooking eggs with her own three-minute-glass to tell when they were done) and dusting and marketing and pulling out bastings—they had done all those things and more and Mrs. Merrill declared that never, never in the world, could she have finished so much work in two weeks’ time if she hadn’t had two fine assistants. "Come here, dear," said Mrs. Merrill as Mary Jane danced off to look in the mirror, "I’ll have to tack that bolero—there. Now let’s tie the sash and try on the new shoes and be sure everything is just right." But Mary Jane could hardly stand still. It was so thrilling to try on her first organdy dress—long pink ribbons, a white hat with pink streamers just like Alice’s yellow ones and white stockings and brand new pumps, yes, truly, pumps like big folks. She could hardly wait to get everything on, she was so anxious to see herself. Just as the last bow was adjusted, the bell rang three short taps, father’s ring, and Mary Jane, looking all the world like a fairy dropped onto the stairs by some magic mistake, dashed down to greet him. "Everything fits and it’s all just right and don’t I look nice and we’re waiting for you to bring the trunk up from the basement and Alice has made apple dumplings—green apple dumplings for dinner so you’d better hurry," she finished, breathlessly. "For that I will," laughed Mr. Merrill, "my! but you do look grown up, pussy!" he added as he looked her over carefully. "Shoes fit all right? Everything has to be just so for Class Day you know, young lady, for folks want to be comfortable as well as beautiful when they go to all day ’doings.’" "She thinks everything is all right," explained Mrs. Merrill. "You look pleased about something. Is there anything new?" "Maybe so," said Mr. Merrill so mysteriously that Mary Jane stopped in the hall to listen. "Think you could get off Saturday evening instead of Sunday morning as you had planned?" Mrs. Merrill thought a second. "Yes, I guess we could," she decided, "it wouldn’t make a lot of difference either way. But I thought you had our reservations?" "Changed them," said Mr. Merrill. "How would you like me to go along as far as Niagara and spend Sunday with you there and then you folks go on east Sunday night?" "Really, Daddah?" called Mary Jane happily, "then you could eat in the diner with us and sleep and everything!"