“Oh, Tavia!” cried Edna Black. “What will you do?”
“Nothing at all, I hope,” interposed Dorothy.
Her chum began to giggle. “You just wait,” she said.
“Do, do be careful,” warned Dorothy when the other girls had gone some time later, leaving her and her chum alone in the dormitory.
“Am I not always careful?” demanded Tavia, opening her big eyes wider than ever.
“You’re usually careful to get into trouble,” sighed Dorothy.
“Oh, Doro——”
“And see the numbers of times the rest of us have had to help you out.”
“You mean you have had to help me out. You’re a good old thing, Doro—just like a grandma to me! Come and kiss your youngest grandchild, Doro—that’s a dear!”
“Go away, do!” cried Dorothy, though she had to laugh at Tavia, too. “You are as irresponsible as ever.”