“Not a thing,” replied Tavia, before Edna could speak.
“Well, did you know anything about him an hour ago?” persisted Dorothy, realizing that Tavia might be “hanging” on what she termed a technical truth.
“Oh, that’s different. Yes, we did see him about that time,” replied Tavia calmly.
“Now Tavia,” said Dorothy severely, “if you have done anything with that little dog there will be trouble. You know how much Jacob thought of him.”
“Dost not remember, Dorothy Dale, that thou didst suggest that I advertise that ‘dorg,’ and find the weeping and wailing kid who dropped him out of the auto?” and Tavia stepped up on a big stone to make her remarks more impressive. “Well, I have done so, and behold the chink!”
She held in her hand a five dollar bill!
“Tavia! Is it possible?”
“Not only, but probable. I asked Jake if I could do so and he absolutely refused. Now that dog was mine temporarily, and the owner’s permanently. He’s off our hands now and if you give us away to Jake, Doro, woe unto you!”
“Tavia, I cannot believe it! And you helped her, Edna?”
“We found the real owner, and I do not see why she shouldn’t have her dog,” replied Edna, without raising her eyes.