“She doesn’t? Why she saw the sign in the post-office, and told me about it. This is a great tangle anyway,” and Jake laughed heartily.
“I should say it was,” Tavia remarked. “But since it ended so well, we won’t complain.”
“Not me,” finished Jake, just as they entered the school grounds. “But it seems to me your friend Dorothy does not look as she did. Is she sick?”
“No,” Tavia replied, “just too busy with books, I guess.”
The thought of Jean’s letter, that one found at Dorothy’s door, took the smile from Tavia’s face.
“Seems as if all the girls are losing interest in sports just now,” said Edna. “Even our tennis game ended in a frizzle.”
“It’ll all come back to you,” Jake assured them. “Young girls don’t hold to troubles long. Tell Miss Dorothy to run up to see me when she can. I want to show her this check before it gets soiled.”
“Oh, we’ll tell her,” Tavia answered, glad to think that she would really have the good news for her.
“But I don’t think we should,” said Edna. “She wouldn’t tell us.”
Tavia wondered how she could find out the truth about the torn letter. Could it be possible that Major Dale was really in danger of being arrested? If so perhaps she ought to tell Dorothy.