So, too, her memory of all that had happened was clear. Garry’s proffered help in the department store when Tavia was in trouble first aroused Dorothy to an appreciation of his unstudied kindness. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to offer aid when he saw anybody in trouble.
Dorothy blushed now whenever she thought of her doubts of Garry Knapp when she had seen him so easily fall into conversation with the department store salesgirl on the street. Why! that was exactly what he would do—especially if the girl asked him for help. She still blushed at the remembrance of the jealous feeling that had prompted her avoidance of the young man until his action was explained. Her pique had shortened her acquaintanceship with Garry Knapp. She might have known him far better had it not been for that incident of the shopgirl.
“And my own suspicion was the cause of it. I refused to meet Garry Knapp as Tavia did. Why! she knows him better than I do,” Dorothy Dale told herself.
It was after her discovery of why Tavia had been writing to Lance Petterby and receiving answers from that “happy tho’ married cowboy person,” to quote Tavia, that Dorothy so searched her own heart regarding Garry Knapp.
“You are a dear, loyal friend, Tavia,” she told her chum. “But—but why are you trying so to get in touch with Mr. Knapp?”
“Really want me to tell you?” demanded Tavia.
“Yes.”
“Truly-rooly—black-and-bluely?”
“Of course, dear.”
“Because I have been a regular ivory-kopf!” cried Tavia. “Forgive my hybrid German. Oh, Dorothy! I didn’t want to tell you, for I hoped Lance might quickly find your Garry Knapp.”