"As if I would," spoke Nat again.
By this time Dorothy was wide awake, and realized that she had overheard a conversation not intended for her ears. She coughed and cleared her throat. Tavia was beside her almost instantly.
"Do you want anything?" she asked, with ill-concealed anxiety. "Is your headache better?"
"Yes, I guess so," faltered Dorothy. "I slept well, and just awoke."
She had no idea of deceiving Tavia, but she did intend to set her mind at ease concerning how much of the whispered conversation she might have heard.
"Then turn right over before you get too wide awake," advised Tavia. "Here is some lemonade Aunt Winnie said you were to drink." Tavia always called Mrs. White Aunt Winnie. "And you are to remain in bed for breakfast. Oh, for an aristocratic head that would ache! And oh, for one dear, long, luscious, lumpy day in bed! With meals à la tray, and beef tea in the intervals. But I must not talk you awake. There," and she kissed her friend lightly, "I'll tumble in, for I really am dead tired."
"It must be late?" asked Dorothy.
"Not so very," answered Tavia evasively.
"Good-night," called Dorothy.
"Good-night," replied Tavia.