All Tavia's contrition and her determination to do what was right, which sentiment had entirely possessed her when she entered the room, seemed to have gone with the mention of Miss Brooks' name.
"If she has told Dorothy," thought Tavia, "there is no need for me to repeat it."
So vanished the blessed power, truth, and so did the confusing and conflicting powers of deceit throng about her, and more than ever preclude the possibility of a happy solution for her difficulties.
"I must go home," she said dejectedly. "Dad said I should be home by noon to-morrow."
CHAPTER XIX
BETWEEN THE LINES
When Tavia had left her, Dorothy felt utterly helpless in facing the problems that now confronted her.
"One thing is certain," Dorothy told herself. "Tavia must not go home. In her state of mind, and with her temper, there is no telling what she might do—leave home, or something else dreadful. If I could only see Squire Travers first," she argued, "I am sure I could manage it some way."
"But I cannot possibly go to Dalton now," she decided, "with Ned sick, and the play to-morrow night.