The morning went quickly, and at lunch hour Cologne tried to rally the Glen forces to prepare for the tennis match. There would be visitors, and as it was the first big match of the season every one was interested. Some of the new girls proved excellent players, and there was considerable rivalry in the “pick.”
The short session of afternoon study was hardly given the attention that the teachers wanted, for the girls were anxious to get out to practice.
But Dorothy did not seem inclined to take her place. Tavia, always anxious to know her friend’s troubles, asked if there had been any news from home.
“Yes,” replied Dorothy slowly, “and if you don’t mind walking to the post-office with me, I would like to mail a reply at once.”
“No sickness? Nothing really serious?” again questioned Tavia.
“Serious it may be, but fortunately not sickness. The girls will have such a time to-day at the practice, making arrangements (most of which will be the others made over), I thought we could get off. You know I don’t like to walk through the woods alone.”
“But the trouble?”
“Joe—has gone to work,” replied Dorothy choking.
“Perhaps he wanted to?”
“Oh, no; I know it is that trouble,” and she sighed deeply. “I have written to say that I—shall——”