On the same day that the girls returned to their studies word came in that the last of the thieving gypsies had been captured and put in jail. When Urania heard this she breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
“I want never to see them again—never!” she told Mrs. White.
At the school, Dorothy was also glad the men had been captured. She ran to tell Tavia.
“Well, that ends all your troubles, Dorothy,” said Tavia. “Now you can study—and win that prize you are after!”
“I trust my troubles are over,” answered Dorothy. But she could not look into the future. Many things were still to happen, and what some of them were I shall relate in another book, to be called, “Dorothy Dale’s Queer Holidays.” Queer indeed were the doings of those days—and wonderful as well.
“It is such a grand thing to have you back at Glenwood!” cried Rose-Mary, one day, as she caught Dorothy in her arms and hugged her. “When you were away—it was just as if something was missing!”
“We moped and moped,” said Edna. “Just like hens in wet weather.”
“We can’t do without our Dorothy!” finished Tavia. “We want her with us—always!”
And then the girls joined hands in a circle and began to caper and dance; and thus let us leave them.