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"My dear," exclaimed Mrs. White, presently noticing Tavia's confusion. "Have you been in poison ivy? Your cheeks show a poison!" "Only mullen leaves," answered Tavia promptly, relieved to have made the confession without further parleying. "Mullen leaves," in a surprised voice, then adding quickly, "Oh, of course, we all used to do that. You were painting to go out to camp," said Mrs. White.
"Suppose you start in to drag down some of that stuff you insist on taking home, Tavia," said Dorothy, indicating the decorations that hung on Tavia's side of the room. "Then it will be handsome is as " "Handsome didn't," misquoted Tavia. "I don't mind dragging it down, but I have a mind to get some one to help me.
She had accepted Dorothy's money reluctantly, it might have been, but at the same time she had taken it. And she told Dorothy her own money was spent for Tavia jerked her fox fur boa impatiently. How complicated the whole thing was getting! What difference did it make to Dorothy for what the five dollars had been expended? It was Tavia's own money. Her mother "Dear me!" sighed the girl secretly.
"You can't claim to be sleepy for your eyes are just like stars. Dorothy was at Tavia's side instantly. "You are tired, dear," she said. "Perhaps you are weak from shock. Let's go in." "Indeed I'm all right " stammered Tavia, but a hot tear fell on Dorothy's hand, and told a different story. "Homesick!" whispered Ned as he kissed Dorothy good night. "She'll be all right to-morrow."
"Well, I don't know about the cart, but certainly I nearly strangled yelling at the man with the reins." Dorothy looked annoyed. She did not mind Tavia's usual queer sayings, but she knew perfectly well that her aunt would not like such vulgar expressions. The boys might smile, but even they knew a girl should not forget to be ladylike in an attempt to be funny.
"Come on down," called Roger at the foot of the stairs, "It will soon be bedtime, and we want to hear all about it." "All right, honey," replied Tavia. "We're coming." Mrs. White had Tavia's dinner brought into the dining-room, so it was there, between mouthfuls, that the tardy one tried to tell of her mishap on the train, and the strange adventure that followed it.
Don't you see by bringing trouble to you and your folks your father would become unpopular?" "And get left!" "Yes; be defeated." "But he will not!" and Tavia's brown eyes danced significantly. "The squire is down and out. And worse yet he has to run for his money. Now my own dear dad will have a chance. Oh, Doro, I love politics better than eating.
That uncertainty had nothing to do with circumstances important to his daughter's health, Major Dale decided. If Tavia's company would be beneficial to Dorothy's health Tavia should go to North Birchland with Dorothy.
At that moment the door gave in to Tavia's pulling, and she fell headlong out into the aisle with the baby in her arms. The train stopped, and brakemen were now running through the cars in search of the trouble. Passengers had broken the tool boxes and were fighting the spreading flames with hand grenades and portable extinguishers.
"Hair tonic model," laughed Dorothy, "sit down, auntie, and I will tell you." Mrs. White took the uninjured mass of golden brown tresses into her hands. "Some one stole them, of course," she ventured. "One more guess!" smiled Dorothy. At this the scar on Tavia's neck was discovered. "Not in a fire?" exclaimed the aunt. "Exactly," declared Dorothy, and then she told of the railroad accident.
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