"Oh, you know that foolish story about the Dalton police wagon—"
"What about it?" asked Dorothy, perplexed.
"Oh, that nonsense about you and Tavia riding in it," and Viola tried to pass off the "nonsense" without allowing Dorothy time to realize just what she had to say.
"Well, what of that?" asked Dorothy again.
Would she ever grasp it? Viola was almost impatient, but of course she dare not show such a sentiment.
"Why, you know I told it to a couple of girls just for fun one day, and they took it up in earnest. The silly things!—and then to make all this trouble over it!"
"What trouble could that have possibly made?" and Dorothy seemed as much in the dark as ever.
Could it be that Dorothy had lived it all down and did not now consider it trouble? Viola's heart gave a jump for joy at the thought. It might after all be easier than she expected.
"I am so glad they have not said anything to you about it. I have been dreadfully worried over it," went on Viola with a sigh.
"I am sorry, I hope you haven't been worrying on my account."