As there was still some school work to be done this part of the program had to be “inserted” so to speak, early.
First, because as the holidays drew nearer, the excitement of going home obscured every other occurrence, and second, because the records to be made by the teachers for the beginning of the next term occupied all their time.
“Where is Jean?” asked Dorothy thoughtfully, when, after all the confusion, she was alone in her room with Tavia.
“I don’t know. No one has seen her to-day. What could have happened, I wonder? She came out well, and would have received a certificate.”
“I heard Cecilia say she was not well. I wonder should we go over and see if she is all right? We are her nearest neighbors,” proposed Dorothy.
“Well, we couldn’t go to-night,” replied Tavia. “But honestly, Doro, I do feel sorry for her. She seems to have had nothing but scrapes since she came here. I don’t usually feel that way for a rebel, but maybe Jean was born that way.”
“It is an unhappy thing to have such a disposition,” said Dorothy, “and as you say it may be lack of home making—or training. She appears like a girl who sprang up suddenly.”
“I can sympathize with her in that,” replied Tavia with a sigh. “See all the trouble I have had! Just because I got to be someone else. I mean that I had to be made over.”
“Oh, nonsense, Tavia. You were always the best girl in the world. We were not speaking of polish, but disposition,” insisted Dorothy.
“Well, we will see about Jean in the morning. It appears to be our duty, since you and I have given her the most cause to be mean,” decided Tavia, in her queer way of reasoning.