“I don’t expect to enjoy anything again until I get news of Joe,” answered Dorothy morosely, and Tavia sighed gustily.
“Here’s where all my efforts at entertainment fall upon barren ground,” she prophesied. “Like casting pearls before swine, you know.”
“Are you, by any chance, calling me names?” asked Dorothy, giggling in spite of herself.
“I wouldn’t do such a thing,” protested Tavia virtuously. “I was thinking of that cute little pig I just saw beside the road. Honestly, he was awfully cute. His tail was all curled up and he had the pinkest nose——”
“Goodness, Tavia, if you can’t be sensible I am going out and sit on the observation platform by myself. I don’t want to hear about pigs.”
“I don’t know but what your suggestion about the observation platform is a good one, at that,” remarked Tavia, unmoved. “Did you notice that perfectly stunning man who passed through our car a few minutes ago? He looked straight at you and you looked straight through him.”
“Was he a ghost?” giggled Dorothy.
“Far from it!” returned Tavia, with a reproving stare. “He was an extremely substantial looking young man, and from the way he looked at you I shouldn’t wonder but that your amazing beauty had quite bowled him over, Doro, my dear.”
“Well, I hope he stays bowled,” returned Dorothy unfeelingly. “Something tells me that’s where he belongs.”
“Pearls before—” began Tavia, but this time Dorothy rebelled.