“Cheer up, Nat,” he said. “The worst is yet to come,” and he made a wry face. “You know we expect to find your little friend somewhere out this way. I really wouldn’t want a corner on happiness. I do feel, somehow, that Cologne will be my fate, but that is no reason why you and Doro shouldn’t hitch on to the band wagon. Let me see, Doro, you say she has brown eyes and blue hair—”
“Ned! You must not make fun of Cologne—”
“Fun of her! As soon bite my own tongue. I said it sideways by mistake. It should have read blue eyes and brown hair. Wasn’t that it?”
“Yes, that’s more like it,” admitted Dorothy. “And she has the most adorable little mouth—”
“Oh, here, Nat! Get hold of this wheel. I really must have a chance to think that over. Say it again, Dorothy, please,” and the lad went through a series of queer antics, that seem so very funny when the right boy attempts to be funny, but so very flat when one tries to either describe them or imitate the original.
“And isn’t there a brother in this visit to Buffalo?” asked Nat drolly.
In spite of herself the color flew to Dorothy’s cheeks. Of course Rose-Mary had a brother, two years older than herself. But Dorothy had never met him, although Rose-Mary talked so much at school of Jack, that Dorothy almost felt acquainted with the youth. But now she would certainly meet the family for they were all together at the Buffalo hotel.
“Oh, yes,” chimed in Ned. “Isn’t there a brother?”
“Yes,” answered Dorothy. “I believe there is.”
“Now I call that real jolly,” went on Ned. “Just one apiece—if Nat finds Tavia, of course.”