“All I had in the world!” wailed Tavia. “Except a lonely little five dollar bill.”
“Where is that?” asked Dorothy, in surprise.
“In the First National Bank,” Tavia said demurely.
“Oh, then, that’s safe enough,” said Mr. Knapp.
“I didn’t know you had even that much in the bank,” remarked Dorothy, doubtfully. “The First National?”
“Yep!” declared Tavia promptly, but nudged her friend. “Hush!” she hissed.
Dorothy did not understand, but she saw there was something queer about this statement. It was news to her that her chum ever thought of putting a penny on deposit in any bank. It was not like Tavia.
“How do you feel now, dear?” she asked the unfortunate girl, as they stepped out into the open air behind the broad-shouldered young Westerner, who held the door open for their passage.
“Oh, dear me!” sighed Tavia. “I’m forty degrees in the shade—and the temperature is still going down. What ever shall I do? I’ll be positively naked before Thanksgiving!”