“There,” he said, “it will be partly a Christmas present. I only hope my—friend’s furs will not be ruined.”
“Milk don’t hurt,” Mrs. Blair said, without reason. “Thank you, sir,” she added to Bob. “This is better than ten that’s comin’. And land knows we needed it to-night.”
“I’ve lost time enough,” growled Daddy. “And that robe is spoiled. Next time I carry milk cans I’ll get a freight car.”
“And the next time I take a milk beauty bath,” said Tavia, “I’ll wear old clothes.” But as Bob climbed in again, and Tavia assured him her furs were not injured, she thought of Dorothy’s prediction that she, Tavia, was about to have an adventure when she met Bob Niles.
“I’ll have something to tell Dorothy,” she remarked aloud.
“And I’ll have news for Nat,” slily said Bob.
CHAPTER V
DOROTHY’S PROTEGE
“Well, what do you think of that!”
“Well, what do you think of this!”
It was Nat who spoke first, and Dorothy who echoed. They were both looking at letters—from Tavia and from Bob.