Presently the boys returned, which fact was made known by a shrill whistle over the private telephone in the apartment, and Jack’s voice following with a command for “Rosie” to come down.
The girls found the three boys and Mrs. Markin waiting for them, Ned and Nat having declined Jack’s invitation to take dinner with him at the hotel. They said they had to be off to meet the youths with whom they had arranged to stop while in Buffalo.
Dorothy wanted so much to ask Nat to take her to look for Tavia. She felt she would not sleep until she found the house of Tavia’s friend, Grace Barnum, but she was too uncertain of Tavia’s whereabouts to say openly that she wanted to go to the address that Nat had brought her from Mrs. Travers.
The Fire Bird had been left in quarters provided by the boys of the “Get There” club, members of which were to be Ned’s and Nat’s guests, and the two Birchland youths were thus free to walk about the big city that evening. Perhaps Dorothy might also go for a walk, with Rose-Mary and Jack.
But, Dorothy, as she reflected on this possibility, realized that it would not afford her an opportunity of getting to Grace Barnum’s. It would not do for the entire party to go there, Dorothy felt, as she could never allow any one to suspect her anxiety concerning Tavia. Only Nat was in the secret so far, and even he was not made fully aware of all it involved and of its depth—he did not know why Dorothy was so anxious—or that she had any other than a foolish schoolgirl whim urging her on.
So, in spite of all the surroundings and excitement, incident to life in a big hotel with its many strange phases, Dorothy kept turning the question over and over in her mind. How should she go about her search for Tavia? Just as she expected the party planned to go out that first evening of her visit to “look over the town.” All were going except Mrs. Markin, and she consented to let the young folks enjoy themselves without her chaperonage, on account of the circumstances and the number who were going.
Ned and Nat both essayed to look after Rose-Mary, and this added to the merry-making, since, when one lad would attempt some courtesy the other would immediately undertake to outdo him. Dorothy found Jack Markin splendid company, and this, she told herself, could not be otherwise, since he was brother to Cologne.
At a pretty palm-festooned ice-cream parlor they met a friend of the Markin family, Alma Mason, who was also a visitor in Buffalo. She was bright and interesting, chatting pleasantly on many subjects, until, to Dorothy’s surprise, she asked abruptly:
“Do you happen to know a Grace Barnum?”
“No,” Dorothy answered, as she felt her face burning with excitement. “I do not know her personally, but she is a friend of a chum of mine.”