“Why—yes,” Dorothy said wonderingly.
“Look back! Quick!”
Impelled by her chum’s tone, Dorothy turned and looked up the street. Garry Knapp had overtaken the girl. The girl looked sidewise at him—they could see her turn her head—and then she evidently spoke. Garry dropped into slow step with her, and they strolled along, talking eagerly.
“Why, he must know her!” gasped Tavia.
“Why didn’t he introduce her then?” Dorothy said shortly. “It serves me right.”
“What serves you right?”
“For allowing you, as well as myself, to become so familiar with a strange man.”
“Oh!” murmured Tavia, slowly. “It’s not so bad as all that. You’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”
But Dorothy would not listen.