“You never could guess,” returned Dolly, not resenting this somewhat ungracious greeting.
“Oh, yes, I can, you want to beg some money for some High School performance, or else you want me to be on some rubbishy old committee. You never came here just because you wanted to see me,—myself.”
This frightened Dolly, for it struck perilously near the truth. But she plunged boldly in.
“You’re not far out, Bernice, and yet it’s nothing about school. Can any one hear us?”
“No; but I’ll shut this door. Now, what is it?”
Bernice’s curiosity was roused by Dolly’s air of repressed excitement, and her very evident embarrassment. At least, something unusual was coming.
“Bernice,” she began, “you know my father is in the employ of your father’s railroad. My father is in the freight department—”
“Yes, I know it. What of it?”
“Well, your father has ordered my father to be transferred to Buffalo.”
“Oh, Dolly, I don’t want you to go to Buffalo. Why, you’re the only friend I have in Berwick.”