“What do you mean to do now that you’ve discovered that those men are plotting against Azalea and Iris?” Kitty asked.
“I don’t know,” Doris admitted doubtfully. “If they learn what we’ve discovered, there is no telling what they might do to us. They already suspect that I may try to make trouble. They called me a red-head! I’ll show ’em a thing or two before I get through!”
“Will you tell the twins what you have learned?”
“Not right away. I want to get all the proof I can before I say anything to them. If I should make a mistake, they never would forgive me. You know, Kitty, I even hate to hear that man Trent laugh.”
“To be honest with you, Dory, I do too.”
“It seems so insincere.”
“Yes,” agreed Kitty. “Whenever he bursts out into one of those loud guffaws of his one just can’t help but feel that he is doing something for effect—that there is not real honest effort back of anything he is planning or doing.”
At this moment Wags, as if to comfort the two girls and to protect them from sinister wiles of those around them, stretched forth his little red tongue and tried to bestow a wet kiss on an ear of each of the girls.
“Dear little Waggsie, you are our friend, aren’t you, even though we are not sure of the rest of them in this house?”
Wags gave a yawn of contentment, and snuggled closer between the girls.