“Father knows that we met Mr. Armstrong, and says he wishes to be remembered to us,” added Dorothy.
“He shall never be forgotten,” said Tavia. “If I really ever felt foolish enough to marry, I would advertise for a man like him. He is so real. And how he rode on the hand car! I call that inspiring!”
Dorothy smiled. The relation between riding on a hand car and inspiration seemed remote.
“Did they find out who took Jean’s purse?” asked Tavia. “I believe Jake said he would do so, and Jake usually does what he says.”
“Haven’t you heard? Is it possible I have any news that you have been deprived of?” said Dorothy. “Why, it was the husband of that fortune teller!”
“Whew!” whistled Tavia. “Bad as that! Jean had better be careful or they will get her inside that crystal ball.”
“But I do wonder how that woman ever told her the things she did? I know she told her about the torn letter,” said Dorothy.
Tavia laughed merrily. “Don’t you ever wonder how I strained my foot?” she questioned in answer.
“Well, yes, of course, but then you did not want to tell me,” Dorothy replied.
“I will, some day, but just now I want to tell you I had the best time I ever had in my life that night. But about your father. Dear Major Dale! How kind he always was to me, and I was such a problem to be kind to,” said Tavia gratefully.