“Oh, she was not insulting,” interposed Dorothy. “Of course, I was surprised, because I usually have——”
“Been our policeman,” finished Tavia. “Well don’t you worry. I’ll be a whole police force when I get there—meaning to Glen.” She swung around to Dorothy. “What is it, dear?” she demanded. “You have that same worried look you wore when we left home. Can’t I help you?”
“Perhaps you can, Tavia,” replied Dorothy, “and I promise to tell you all about it when we get to school. It was really not what the girl said to me that—made me feel so. It was what I overheard her saying to someone else. There, don’t let them see us talking. I thought I heard——”
“Why, David!” exclaimed Mrs. Armstrong, “Wherever have you been?”
David had just entered the car, with all the bags and bundles that his mother had promised he would fetch.
“Had the time of my life,” he exclaimed quite breathlessly, “riding on a hand car into town. But I came back de luxe a la auto. I got the message to Glenwood School, and the big car is here again.”
“Oh, glorious!” declared Tavia, but she was interrupted in her effusion by the conductor’s cry:
“Special car for Glenwood School!”
Then the grand scramble commenced.