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It seemed to the girls the entire session would be given up to apologies and "love feasts," but when Tavia arose there was a decided murmur through the room. "Fluffy!" whispered the girl in the very last seat referring to Tavia's fancy dress. "Full bloom!" said another, meaning that the pink and white dress put the "Tiger Lily," as they called Tavia, in full bloom.
So it was with this mistake of Tavia's, trivial enough, yet for her it appeared like a crime to have put those mullen leaves to her cheeks; to be thought vain; to have Mrs. White warn her about other girls! It seemed a very short time indeed, from the arrival of the special message at the Cedars until the train was speeding back toward Dalton.
"Oh, good," answered her companion, "I would rather be there than up front. Only, of course, you should lead." The Dalton Drum and Fife Corps was playing loudly. There seemed something very solemn about the lively tune in honor of the "Boys" who had answered their last roll call. Tavia's eyes were swimming, and not a freckle was to be seen beneath the deep red color that framed them.
She had found the path to Jane Pumfret's affection it was cheek, just plain cheek, sometimes called courage. Yes, it was late, but Dorothy still had Tavia to console if only she could insist upon Tavia spending Christmas at The Cedars Dorothy had unlimited faith in the magic of the day before Christmas. Nat called to her as she started up to Tavia's room. "I say, Doro, maybe I could help.
Then came the recollection that she really knew nothing to tell Squire Travers she really did not know what Tavia's trouble was. All the girl's conversation on that point amounted to nothing more than inferences, vague and uncertain. "I am positive Tavia thinks I know all about it," concluded Dorothy, "and I have just a mind to ask her outright.
Oh, some one must have been here lately, and that means that they can not be very far away now!" "What is your name?" asked the strange girl suddenly. "Tavia Tavia Travers. And I am lost far away from every one!" Tears welled into Tavia's eyes. Yes, she was lost! "And I am lost! How strange that we should meet." "But are you not hurt? You walk "
She now insisted upon calling Dorothy daughter and she was so kind to Tavia that she made no distinction but said "daughters" in addressing both. "Just see, boys," said their mother, unpinning Tavia's now famous half head of hair, "that is all there is left." "Never!" exclaimed Nat, handling the braid gingerly. "How much did you settle for?" "That would be telling," said Mrs.
She feared Dorothy would fall again, over some rock or cliff. But there was no use trying to stop her. She had heard Tavia's voice, and that was enough. "Oh, Tavia! Where are you?" It was Dorothy who jumped from rock to stone, and over bush and bramble, through that deep dark wood, which now, in the shadow of sunset, threatened again to bring anguish to our young friends.
Dorothy had fastened Tavia's hair up under her hat, so that the one long and uninjured side covered the burnt ends and hid the damage. She looked like a pretty boy, Dorothy told her, and the red line about her neck was not noticeable at all, for around the scar Dorothy had pinned her own white silk handkerchief.
She promised so definitely that I can't understand it," went on Dorothy. Nat remained in the car as Ned drove it to the garage. "I'm so sorry, after all the extra trouble to get up a good dinner," apologized Dorothy as she laid aside her wraps. "Oh, well, we can all enjoy that," replied Mrs. White, "although, of course, we had counted on Tavia's presence.
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