“I suppose they’ll tease to come. And they can stay with their little friends just as I stay with you, and the big boys camp down on Abe’s folks. But there is one other—— Oh, Tavia! can’t you guess?”
Tavia’s cheeks had begun to burn and she shook her head firmly. “I don’t care to know. Nobody in particular, of course,” she said, with an impudent assumption of not caring.
“You do care,” frowned Dorothy. “And you must guess. Ned just wrote me that he’s sure to be in Dalton if you are there.”
“The cheek of those boys!” observed Tavia, tossing her head.
“‘B.N.,’” said Dorothy, teasingly.
“‘B.N.’?” queried Tavia, with an elaborate air of not understanding. “Are you sure it isn’t ‘N.B.’? That means ‘note well.’”
“It would never have happened if you hadn’t noted him well in the first place,” chuckled Dorothy. “You have chained him to your chariot wheels—you know you have—Pretty!” murmured Dorothy, and, hugging her friend tightly, whispered in her burning ear:
“Bob Niles. You know he’ll be there.”
“Oh!” yawned Tavia, beginning to recover from her confusion. “That boy? Why, I had almost forgotten him.”
“Fibber!” said Dorothy, pinching her.