“Your feeling is not scriptural,” groaned Dorothy, though her eyes twinkled. “Don’t you know, if you are struck on one cheek you should turn the other also?”
“But suppose you’re hit on the nose?” demanded Tavia. “One hasn’t two noses!”
“Well, Aunt Winnie is well rid of that Akerson,” said Dorothy, with a little sigh of satisfaction.
“And your cousins, Ned and Nat, have you to thank for the salvation of their income,” returned Tavia.
“Us, you mean,” laughed Dorothy. “You had more to do with the showing up of that real estate agent than I had, Tavia.”
“Nonsense—— Oh, here’s the station where the girls may join us. Do let me open that window, Doro! I don’t care if it is cold outside. I want to see if they are on the platform.”
Tavia was already struggling with the window. But windows in cars are made to stick, it would seem. Tavia cast a pleading glance from her big eyes at the trim young brakeman just then coming through the car.
“Please!” Tavia’s eyes said just as plainly as though she had spoken the word; but the young brakeman shook his head gravely.
“Do you really want it open, Miss?” he asked, hesitating at the chairs occupied by the two friends.