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"Not even with Tavia?" A sofa cushion flew in Ned's direction at that, but Tavia continued: "The strange part of it was we had to pass a haunted house." "Haunted house!" repeated Joe, all eager for the sensational part of Tavia's recital. "So the man declared. At least, I think he declared, or tried very hard to do so. You see, I could scarcely tell when he was guessing, declaring or swearing "
"A three-bagger," joked Ned, for indeed his brother's position over the "bag" was not unlike that of a baseball player "hugging the base." "But you were just saying, as I came in," spoke Mrs. White, "something about Tavia's coming. She has not sent any word any regrets, or anything of that sort, has she?" "Why, no," answered Dorothy, "We were just saying that she might be here before we know it "
Well, I've not been notified to that effect and I continue my services until I am officially notified to quit," he announced, bringing his cane down in a "full stop." How odious his presence was in the room at that moment. Tavia's face crimsoned when he referred to her as a "harum-scarum" and only a warning look from Dorothy kept her from replying to his insult.
Scarcely had the words been uttered than all Tavia's pranks and follies seemed to come up before Dorothy's memory like some horrid, mocking specters. Surely Tavia had always done "strange things," and very likely only Dorothy's powerful influence had kept her from risking greater dangers. But Dorothy could not listen to anything against her nearest and dearest friend.
"Will you let down your hair, please," said Mr. French, and Dorothy promptly drew the pins from Tavia's tresses, allowing the unscorched braid to fall below her waist, while the burnt ends were charred almost to her neck, the red scar showing how close to her head the flames had really crept. "That is a loss, of course," said Mr.
"Thank the good Lord she is alive!" gasped Tavia fervently. "I must lift her!" But there was little trouble in turning the light form over, so that the white face looked up into Tavia's. "Oh!" sighed the girl. "Where am I? Who are you?" There was a change a great change in her manner. "Oh, I am so glad you are alive!" breathed Tavia. "And how do you feel?" "As if something moved in my head.
"It must look well with a five hundred-dollar note for a background. I tell you, Doro, money covers a multitude of crimes. I wonder if little Lily of the fire room has cooled off yet." "But you haven't seen the new clothes auntie had brought us yes us, for she has not forgotten you. You are well able to pay bills now, you know," and Dorothy gave a mischievous little tug at Tavia's elbow.
And what a power for good had been the quiet, unobtrusive influence! "I owe every single thing to Dorothy," Tavia declared to her own heart that eventful night, "and I hope some day I will be able to show her I am not ungrateful." Tavia's plans took shape next morning there was nothing visionary about them.
"All Tavia's weaknesses are pardonable, as far as you are concerned, coz," ventured Ned. "But the hunt," interrupted Jack. "We had better get at it. The girl we malign may actually " He looked at Dorothy and so left the surmise unsaid.
"That is because you are stunned you had a very bad fall," said Tavia. "I feel that way myself I have gone through a great deal, lately, too." "Now, let me walk it is only a step," begged Molly, at the same moment getting down from Tavia's arms. "Here we are right at the tent." Welcome shelter! Never were two girls more in need of it.
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