“Of course, Granny,” giggled Tavia, as she put a wee dab of talcum powder on her nose.
“But don’t you dare do anything to make Mrs. Pangborn send you home before you are properly graduated,” warned Dorothy.
“Suspended from the Glen? Well, I guess not!” cried her friend.
But there was something in the air. Dorothy knew it. Nobody else seemed to be in the secret but Tavia, however; and for Tavia to have any secret at all from her chum——
Well, Dorothy could only wait. She was sure Tavia “would show her hand” before long. But this time the prank was revealed to Dorothy too late for the latter to save her fly-away friend from the results of her folly.
The next evening she saw Tavia lurking in the shadow of the hedge down towards Bensell’s place. Was that Jake’s oldest boy who ran away when Dorothy approached?
“My goodness! how you startled me!” drawled Tavia when Dorothy pinched her chum’s plump arm.
“Can’t you let them be in peace, Tavia?” laughed Dorothy, who knew very well that her chum had not been startled at all.
“What? Oh! Let who be in peace?” demanded Tavia, and then Dorothy, in amaze, knew her friend was startled.
“The boys. Have you got to practice your fell designs on Sammy Bensell?”