“Five of them! One for each finger of a hand—one for each of the ‘five senses,’ I declare!—one for each of Jacob Bensell’s young ones who live in the cottage down the road. There’s five of them.
“And there’s five cows in Middleton’s pasture—though I don’t suppose Tavia is going to decorate them. And there’s five cunning little pigs in Jake’s pen—he showed them to me last night,” and Dorothy laughed, as she touched the pretty bows again. “I can’t imagine——”
In bounced Tavia herself. “Oh, you here?” she cried, and went right over to the bureau and tumbled the five pretty ribbon bows into her top drawer and shut the drawer quickly.
“I got here just a minute ahead of you,” said Dorothy.
“Oh!”
“What are the cunning little wristlets for?” demanded Dorothy, curiously.
“‘Wristlets’?”
“You know what I mean. The ribbons?”
“Oh—now—Doro——”
“What are they for?” repeated Dorothy.