Tavia suppressed her groans with difficulty. That foot did hurt!
“Let me see,” said Dorothy. “Edna, get out the witch-hazel. And you will find a bandage in the little box at the side of the closet.”
Edna obeyed, while Dorothy undertook to make the necessary examination.
“I think you just turned on it,” she said, “but that’s bad enough. I’ll bind it up tight, and perhaps it will be all right, or nearly so, in the morning. But what took you out? I heard a lot of the girls coming in late.”
“That was what took us out,” answered Tavia evasively. “We didn’t care to be in all alone.”
She might have winked at Edna, but Dorothy had just turned to get the bandage and so the wink was safe if it was there.
“Ned, you had better clear out,” Tavia suggested, as the ankle was done up like a bobbin. “We might be discovered yet. I heard Cummings cough, and that always means trouble.”
“All right. I’m glad enough to do so,” said Edna, “I may have nervous prostration as a result of this, but that’s more respectable than an ankle hurt, and does not have to be hidden,” and with a word to Dorothy, to call her if Tavia went into any more trouble, Edna was stepping through the hall as lightly as a professional nurse.
“You seem to have a great many secrets lately,” Dorothy said to Tavia when they were alone. “Is Edna so much more than I?”
“Now, Doro,” and Tavia turned her brown eyes full upon the blue ones. “You know better. But Ned is a sport, and you are too careful. I just have to watch the ‘T’s’ or they would swoop down on us in the night, and at least carry you off.”