“We always liked you, Tavia,” added Dorothy equally moved. “But about father. He says that Mr. Armstrong is a wonderful young lawyer.”
“All things come to her who waits,” put in Tavia. “Now I know what that chap’s business is. It was really worth while for the investment company to fail, to get me that news.”
“Don’t joke about so serious a matter,” objected Dorothy. “But you have no idea how much better I feel. I could sing and dance.”
“That’s Mr. Armstrong,” again teased Tavia. “He made me feel like that first—before I saw how you made him feel——”
“Now stop, Tavia,” begged Dorothy, blushing. “Mr. Armstrong has really proven himself a good friend. First he helped us so much the night we were traveling; then he came to my assistance at the lunch counter, and now he is assisting father.”
“You have overlooked the fact that he bound up the sprained arm—whose was it?”
“I wonder how he came to have a medicine case along?” reflected Dorothy.
“Likely feeling he would need it,” suggested Tavia. “That would be right in line with his other saintly characteristics.”
“No, I believe he was carrying it for some friend. However, we have our tests to-day. Oh, I am so glad this term is nearly finished. Not that I dislike the work so much, but everything has been so upset.”
“I am glad, too,” agreed Tavia. “I suppose you are going to North Birchland for the holidays?”