“I won’t be called a pig again, Tavia Travers!”
“Such a cute little pig!”
Dorothy fumbled at the car window and looked back at Tavia suggestively.
“Will you stop, or shall I jump?”
“Better wait till the train slows down a bit,” replied Tavia calmly. “Going at this rate of speed, you might skin your knuckles or something.”
Dorothy sank back in her seat with a sigh of resignation.
“I think I shall go to the observation platform, after all,” she said, but before she could rise Tavia seized her arm and cried excitedly:
“He is coming back!”
Dorothy shook her arm free and frowned.
“Well, what of it?”