“Of course I remember,” Tavia said. “Well, that’s all, I guess. Oh no! I asked Mr. Knapp if he didn’t notice the big girl staring at us as we got to the hotel door last night. And what do you suppose he said?”
“I don’t know,” and Dorothy was still smiling happily.
“Why, he said he didn’t. ‘You see,’ he added, in that funny way of his, ‘I expect my eyes were elsewhere’; and he wasn’t complimenting me, either,” added Tavia, rolling her big eyes. “Whom do you suppose he could have meant he was looking at, Doro?”
Her friend ignored the question, but hopped out of bed.
“What are you going to do?” asked Tavia, in wonder.
“Dress.”
“But it is nine o’clock! Almost bedtime.”
“Bedtime?” demanded Dorothy. “And in the city? Why, Tavia! you amaze me, child!”
“But you’re not going out?” cried her friend.
“Do you realize I haven’t had a bite of dinner?” demanded the bold Dorothy. “I think you are very selfish.”