When Dollie parted from Ralph Moore she was shyer than ever, for the young man’s admiration was so plain that it embarrassed her.
“They’ve been spooning, I’ll bet,” said Miss Allyn, with a wink. “You’d better look out, Dollie, or I’ll put it in the paper.”
“Good-by, Miss Dollie,” said young Moore with a sly pressure of her hand, “and remember, you have promised to let me come and call. Don’t wait too long before sending your address or I shall be rude enough to hunt you up and take the chance of being scolded.”
“I guess I wouldn’t scold,” said Dollie, blushing, “but you must make friends with my sister, she is the ogre of the family.”
“She is the bravest girl in the world, and you are the sweetest,” whispered Mr. Moore, gallantly. “I only wish I was something besides a poor book-keeper, for then I might be able to help you.”
Dollie smiled her thanks, but there was no time to say more, for the others were waiting for her to join them.
Once more they started out in search of furnished rooms, but thanks to Miss Allyn’s knowledge of the city, they were soon comfortably settled.
“I’ll just run out and get some bread and milk,” said Marion, about dusk. “That will do very nicely for our supper, Dollie, for Miss Allyn will be away and I hate to spend her money. Until one of us gets work I shall be as economical as possible.”
When Marion reached the street she saw that they were only two blocks from the scene of the fire, so she walked over to look at the ruins.
“Oh, Marion, I’m so thankful you are not burned up. I was nearly crazy when I saw the paper this morning.”