"Oh, Doro, I just want to ask you if you saw the 'Babbling Brook' in the audience? She was fairly eating up little Mary with those big optics of hers."
"Miss Brooks? I did not see her," answered Dorothy. "Did she like Mary's effort?"
"Like her? I should, say she fairly loved her, but then, you see, a sister of hers had a baby girl once," and Tavia laughed to cover up the mistake she had made in mentioning the affairs of Miss Brooks. "There, Doro, dear, I'm going now. To-morrow is another day, as your aunt says," finished Tavia, kissing Dorothy fondly and leaving her chum to think over all the matters that now confused her tired, weary brain.
It was Roger who first tapped at his sister's door the next morning.
"Doro," he called, "when are we going out to see that ghost?"
"Ghost?" repeated the girl, rubbing her eyes and trying to collect her scattered thoughts.
"Yes; you know you promised," and by this time Roger was in the room and had his arms around her neck.
"Oh," she laughed, "we'll take a ride out to the castle just as soon as—as Ned is able to go."
"He's going out riding to-day—I heard him say so," persisted the boy.
"Well, we'll see," replied Dorothy. "But you must run out now. My! it's almost nine o'clock. I didn't think it was so late."