“Why not?” she demanded, cheerfully.
“But if Dorothy goes to college——?”
“I can’t have Dorothy always. I wish I could,” sighed Tavia. “But I know, as Grandma Potter says, ‘Every tub must stand on its own bottom.’ I have got to learn to get along without Dorothy some time.”
But that night, when she and her chum had gone to bed, she suddenly put both arms around Dorothy and hugged her—hard.
“What is it, dear?” asked Dorothy, sleepily.
“Oh, dear Dorothy Dale!” whispered Tavia. “I hope we marry twins—you and I. Then we needn’t be separated—much.”
“Marry twins? Mercy!”
“I mean, each of us a twin—twins that belong together,” explained Tavia. “Then we needn’t be so far apart.”
“What a girl you are, Tavia!” laughed Dorothy, kissing her. “Why, we won’t have to think about the possibility of our having a chance to be married——”
“Mercy!” chuckled Tavia, recovering herself. “What an elongated sentence you’re fixin’ up.”