Then she hurried on with her particular chums.
CHAPTER XIII
NEWS AND A NEWSPAPER
“Tavia!” gasped Dorothy, “I knew it! We must get a paper.”
“We shall,” assented Tavia. “I must see one, myself. But please, Dorothy, do not distress yourself so. It may only be some idle gossip, among the school notes.”
“Did you see the reporter, when he came up for the opening notices?” asked Dorothy.
“No,” was the slow reply, “I guess we were out. We can stop at the paper store now. The others are on ahead.”
Tavia and Dorothy were skating slowly back to Glenwood. Jean Faval’s cutting remark had exactly the effect she intended it should—it had shocked Dorothy.
Her first thought was of her father. Had he lost all? Would she have to leave Glenwood, and go to work?
But Tavia’s suspicions were of a different character. She feared some blow had been aimed at Dorothy, directly through the public prints.