“Be sure and powder your nose, dear,” laughed Dorothy. “But I am glad for you, Tavia.”
“Bother my nose!” responded her friend, running out of her room and into the corridor.
She whisked back again before Dorothy was more than half dressed with the precious bag in her hands.
“Oh, it is! it is!” she cried, whirling about Dorothy’s room and her own and the bath and anteroom, in a dervish dance of joy. “Doro! Doro! I’m saved!”
“I don’t know whether you are saved or not, dear. But you plainly are delighted.”
“Every penny safe.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes. I counted. I had to sign a receipt for the clerk, too. He is the dearest man.”
“Well, dear, I hope this will be a lesson to you,” Dorothy said.
“It will be!” declared the excited Tavia. “Do you know what I am going to do?”