“You are not going away! I’d do the whole of Glenwood darning to save you that.”
“Thank you, my dear,” Dorothy said, “but I am afraid I will have to do your darning. I noticed quite a bunch of something very like stockings in your bag.”
“Say, Doro, you have got to cheer up. Really, everything in the club is going to pieces, and Cologne says she will resign if someone does not help her keep the place,” Tavia declared.
“Oh, I’ll do all I can,” Dorothy agreed, “but don’t ask me just yet.”
“And Jean Faval is flaunting around, as if she owned the earth and Mars. Even some of her own friends are getting too much of it. Zada won’t look at her.”
“Poor little Zada! She is such a baby. I have noticed her eyes very red, lately,” Dorothy remarked.
“Yes, but I don’t believe it’s homesickness altogether,” Tavia said. “I think it’s something on her mind.”
“What could she be worrying about?” Dorothy questioned.
“Why don’t you ask her? She thinks a lot of you,” suggested Tavia.
“I will,” replied the other, “the first chance I get. Mrs. Pangborn wants her to be happy. She’s a friend of her family’s, you know.”