“Something will have to come out,” he declared.
“There is nothing, absolutely nothing, in my trunk that I can leave behind,” said Dorothy.
“My trunk closed very easily,” said Tavia, “I’ll get it up from the station and we’ll pack the surplus gowns in it,” she turned triumphantly to Dorothy. “Too bad I sent it on so early. But we can get it.”
“The very thing!” Dorothy laughed. “Run, Nat, and fetch Tavia’s trunk from the station.”
“Dorothy,” called Aunt Winnie again, “we only have a few hours before train time. Your trunk should be ready for the expressman now, dear.”
“Hurry, Nat,” begged Dorothy, “you must get Tavia’s trunk here in two minutes. Coming,” she called down to Aunt Winnie, as she and Tavia rushed down the stairs.
“The trunk won’t close because the gowns won’t fit,” dramatically cried Tavia.
“So the boys have gone for Tavia’s, and we’ll pack things in it,” hurriedly explained Dorothy.
“What is all this about gowns?” asked Major Dale, drawing Dorothy to the arm of the great chair in which he was sitting.
“I’m packing, father, we’re going to leave you for a while,” said Dorothy, nestling close to his broad shoulders.