“Well, do it!” cried Tavia. “Don’t hesitate so.”
“First I must tell you about Celia Moran——”
“Another stranger!” gasped Tavia.
“Just the dearest, funniest, most pitiful little girl——”
“I’m glad it’s a girl this time,” sniffed Tavia.
“Of course—Celia!”
“Well! go on?” urged Tavia.
So her friend began at the beginning—with her first meeting with the child from the foundling asylum in the Belding Station. And she related the particulars, too, of her recent adventure in the snow and her two nights and the Sunday spent at the Hogan farmhouse.
“That Hogan woman is a regular ogress. I wish I could take Celia away from there this very day,” sighed Dorothy. “Did you see her when she drove me in here?”
“The giantess? Of course! She looked so funny in that gray and purple sweater and the green hood——”