There was not a dry eye when Dorothy ceased. The coming of Mrs. Pangborn saved them from actual weeping.
“Young ladies,” she said, “I have a surprise for you. I guessed in which room I would find you. I have received a letter from Major Dale, Dorothy’s father, sending me a check with which to give you all a merry time before parting. As the snow is so beautiful to-day I thought you might like a full, school sleigh ride. So I have hired some vehicles, and——”
“Hurrah! Hurra! Hurroo!” shouted the girls, forgetting all dignity in face of such a treat.
And on the hills of Glenwood, in three big sleighs, with Jake leading in the Glenwood, its plumes flying, let us leave our friends, to meet them again, in another volume, to be called, “Dorothy Dale in the City.”
“Well, ‘all is well that ends well,’” murmured Tavia, as they flew along the snowy road, the sleighbells jingling merrily.
“Yes, and I am glad of it,” answered Dorothy. “But poor Jean, I am so sorry for her!”
“We all are,” came from Edna.
Then came a burst of song from the sleigh ahead. And with that song we will say good-bye.
THE END