“He may be some child’s pet, and you ought to advertise him, anyhow,” Dorothy said. “There are Cologne and Edna. They have finished.”
They stopped at the door of the breakfast room.
“Oh you little runaway!” exclaimed Cologne to Dorothy. “We thought you were on your honeymoon by this time.”
“That was a neat trick,” Edna added jokingly, “to go out before daylight, and come back with such a yarn! You ought to hear what the girls are saying about you!”
“Let’s eat, at any rate,” Tavia suggested. “I’m starved!”
“Didn’t happen to see anyone taken sick yet; did you?” asked Edna. “I hope the medicine fell into the other camp. You know Jean is already organizing.”
As Tavia and Dorothy entered the room Jean Faval and several girls passed out. Some of them said good morning, and some of them did not. But Jean was heard to remark something about “cooks and classes.”
“She means the lunch wagon,” Dorothy whispered to Tavia.
“She’s mean enough to mean anything,” replied Tavia. “I can’t see why she has such a grudge against you, Doro.”
“Never mind. We can get our club together and then our rivals may club by themselves,” said Dorothy.