Dor. No indeed. I wonder how I can find Roger; ever since I overheard that plot, sleep has forsaken me.
Polly (walking about, looking through trees R.). Some one is coming this way. (Looks again.) And I really believe it is Major Potts.
Dor. They say “Fortune favors the brave.” This is indeed a lucky find. (Polly beckons; Major appears.)
Potts. Why, Polly Primrose, what are you doing here? (Sees Dor.) Miss Dorothy, have you lost your senses? In camp! How did you enter?
Dor. Behold my disguise. (Pulls veil over face; then lifts it.) I am Polly's antiquated aunt. She has cakes to sell.
Polly. Yes, do have one. (Offers cakes.)
Potts (taking one). But what means this masquerading?
Dor. I must see Roger, Pinky, and could think of no way but this. I must tell him of the plot I overheard.
Potts. I thought you were to leave that to me. Lost your faith in your old friend?
Dor. (taking his hand). Don't think that for a moment. I could not remain at home. I did not dare tell Ruth, and I must tell my thoughts to some one; they were driving me frantic. Do find Roger for me—that's a dear fellow.