"He acted so queerly all evening," commented Tavia. "I never saw him so cross."
"I did not notice it," said Roland, touching the bell at the door of The Cedars. "I thought him in the best of spirits."
"Of course, it was simply an accident," added Dorothy. "How he felt could have had nothing to do with it."
"Well, everything seems queer," declared Tavia. "I just wonder how it will all turn out."
"That must depend entirely upon ourselves," insisted the practical Dorothy. "But we will have trouble in getting some one to take Ned's place—— Oh, dear, if I had only—but there's no use lamenting." And when Roland said good-night at the door Dorothy went directly to her own room—she was too much depressed to join the family's expression of anxieties.
The queer holidays were surely nearing a climax.
CHAPTER XVIII
DOROTHY'S DISTRESS
Complication upon complication!