“No. I most always never do. You know that, Tavia.”
Tavia’s interest in the missing handkerchief failed. “I wonder if he’s thinking of us,” she said.
“I couldn’t have dropped it anywhere——”
“Why! if I had forty-seven handkerchiefs all at once—or even seven—I wouldn’t worry my head over a single, measly little one. Maybe one of the boys is keeping it for you, Doro.”
“Nonsense!”
“For a keepsake, you know. Lance borrowed one of mine and I’ll never see it again, I s’pose.”
“Why, Tavia! don’t let Aunt Winnie hear of it.”
“Oh, pooh!” said the irresponsible girl, shrugging her shoulders. “What’s a handkerchief?”
“But mine were all good ones,” complained Dorothy.
“Good or cheap, I wouldn’t trouble my head about them.”