“That I was flirting with poor old Lance. Yes,” said Tavia, her eyes and voice both hard.
“And why shouldn’t we think so?” asked Dorothy, quietly. “You do so many queer things. Or you used to.”
“I don’t now,” said her friend, bruskly.
“No. But how were we to know? How was Nat to know?” she added.
Then Tavia turned on her with excitement. “You promised not to tell!” she said. “Don’t you dare let Nat White know about this letter!”
CHAPTER XX
A GIRL OF TO-DAY
“It was the prettiest wedding I ever saw,” Dorothy Dale declared, as the party, bound for North Birchland again, climbed aboard the midnight train at the station nearest Sunnyside Farm.
“And the bride was too sweet for anything,” added Jennie Hapgood, who was returning to The Cedars as agreed, to remain until after New Year’s.
“Jack looked quite as they always do,” said Ned in a hollow voice.
“As who always do?” demanded Tavia.