“What is it?” demanded her friends, quite startled by the way Dorothy had clutched at her.
“I know how we can find out.”
“About Miss Olaine?”
“About Tom Moran and the fire. There are the files of the city papers. Father used to always keep files of The Bugle when he ran it in Dalton. Let’s go to town the very next chance we get and go to the office of the Courier. We can read all about the fire of two years ago.”
“Of course it would take you, Dorothy Dale, to think of that,” said Tavia, admiringly.
“Will you do it?”
“Of course. We’ll go Saturday.”
“But you will have to be careful and get no ‘conditions’ this week,” warned Dorothy.
“Oh! I’ll be as good as gold—you see,” promised Tavia.
And, really, it did seem as though even Miss Olaine could find nothing for which to find fault in Tavia’s conduct that week. The irrepressible tried very hard indeed to attend to nothing but her studies—and her meals!