“Spend your money more recklessly than ever, I suppose,” sighed her friend.
“Say! seems to me you’re awfully glum this morning. You’re not nice about my good luck—not a bit,” and Tavia stared at her in puzzlement.
“Of course I’m delighted that you should recover your bag,” Dorothy hastened to say. “How did it come back?”
“Why, the clerk gave it to me, I tell you.”
“What clerk? The one at the silk counter?”
“Goodness! The hotel clerk downstairs.”
“But how did he come by it?”
Tavia slowly sat down and blinked. “Why—why,” she said, “I didn’t even think to ask him.”
“Well, Tavia!” exclaimed Dorothy, rather aghast at this admission of her flyaway friend.
“I do seem to have been awfully thoughtless again,” admitted Tavia, slowly. “I thanked him—the clerk, I mean! Oh, I did! I could have kissed him!”