"Now, Tavia, you must not keep me worrying about the mischievous things you intend to do at Glenwood. Remember that is one of the stipulations—you are to be very, very good."
"I feel a sore spot under my shoulder blade now," declared Tavia, putting her hand back. "Wings as sure as you live, just feel!"
"But do you realize it, we have only this week? We must be in Glenwood next Monday."
"All the better. I cannot wait. Won't it be too gloriotious?" and Tavia again indulged in "steps," her favorite outlet for pent-up sentiment.
"The boys are coming over to-morrow afternoon," announced Dorothy, "I had a note from Ned this morning."
"Goody," exclaimed Tavia, coming to a full stop with a twirl that stood for the pedal period. "Another ride?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Ned said he and Nat were going to spend the afternoon with us."
"Well, it will be fun anyway. It always is when the boys get jollying. I am afraid I do love boys—next to you, Doro, I think a real nice boy is the very nicest human possible."
"Next to me? On the other side you mean?"
"No, on the second side, the boy is on the outside of the argument. You are always first, Doro."