Then as Tavia’s color faded Dorothy’s rushed to her cheeks. There must be something very serious, indeed, when a school meeting was called for that hour in the afternoon.
In the assembly room Mrs. Pangborn sat at her desk, and, as Tavia and Dorothy entered, there was a subdued murmur of surprise.
“Be seated,” said the principal, “and Miss Cummings will please read that—article.”
It was the Glenwood Gleaner!
The teacher began. The heading was enough:
“PLUCKY GLENWOOD GIRL SAVES THE
DAY FOR TRAINMEN.”
Dorothy shrank as if she had been struck!
Then the teacher continued:
“RUSH AT THE LUNCH WAGON, DUE
TO PRETTY GIRL’S ATTRACTIONS—DO
YOU BLAME THEM—SEE
HER PICTURE.”
“Picture!” exclaimed Tavia without waiting to ask permission to speak. “That is my picture of Dorothy! It was stolen from my dresser!”