“No—er—not exactly—that is—Oh, well, get out if you like, miss,” said the puzzled Jake, who did not exactly understand Tavia’s chattering.
“I’m going to,” she retorted, “come on, girls.”
“In those dark woods, with horrid, creepy, crawling things!” cried Edna. “Never. I can almost see a snake now! Oh!”
“Silly!” snapped Tavia, as she made her way out of the car. She stood watching Jake make his preparations for replacing the damaged tire, and even offered to help him work the lifting jack.
“I wonder why she likes to do that?” asked Nita of Dorothy.
“I don’t know, I’m sure,” was the answer, while Tavia actually did work the handle of the implement that raised the auto wheel clear from the ground.
“I guess it’s because ‘Jake’ is a boy’s name, and Tavia is so fond of the boys—in a nice way, of course,” Nita made haste to add. “You know what I mean, Doro.”
“Yes, of course,” laughed Dorothy. “You needn’t have explained. Tavia is such a—problem.”
“I fancy we all are—in different ways,” came the remark. “I know my people say I am. But Tavia!”
“There is only one!” laughed Dorothy softly.