“We bow before two small thoughtful heads,” said Major Dale, with a laugh, “while we men were trying to think out a way, the girls rushed ahead and beat us!”
“So it’s settled?” said Aunt Winnie, anxiously.
“Every penny,” exclaimed Major Dale.
“When we are of age,” declared Ned, “the girls shall have all their hearts desire; eh, Nat?”
“Yes, because without Dorothy’s and Tavia’s courage and thoughtfulness and quick wits, we boys would have had little to begin life with, in all probability.”
“And girls,” said Aunt Winnie, “the sweetest memories of your trip to New York City will be that you not only had a lovely good time, but helped wherever you saw that help was needed.”
“So that,” cried Major Dale, “Dorothy in the city was as happy as everywhere else!”
“Happier, Daddy,” cried his daughter, with her arms around his neck. “Much happier, for I helped someone.”
“As you always do,” murmured Tavia. “I wonder whom you will help next; or what you will do? Dorothy Dale! If only I could have the faculty of falling into things, straightening them out, and making everybody live happier ever after, as you do, I’m sure I would be the happiest person alive.”
“But you do help,” said Dorothy, with a sly look at Bob.