“Dorothy told me about your visit to Miss Mingle in the apartment house,” said Ned, suddenly becoming serious. But Tavia did not want to discuss apartment houses just then, and she jumped lightly to her feet, just as Aunt Winnie opened the door.
“There’s someone on the ’phone asking for Miss Travers!” she said.
Certainly mysterious things were happening to Tavia that day, thought Dorothy, as she and Ned stood, frankly curious, while Tavia clung to the receiver.
“Hello!” she said, in a trembling voice.
“Yes, this is Miss Travers!”
“No, I do not know your voice.”
“Really, I never heard your voice before!”
“Yes, this is Mrs. White’s apartment.”
“I’m from Dalton, yes, and my name is Travers, but I don’t know you.”
“Ned? He’s here. You want to speak to him?”