"Now, miss," to Dorothy, "I am
sorry you have had your morning spoiled, and I hope you can make up the
lost time."
His manner said plainly that he, too, had lost valuable time, so, with a
hasty word of thanks, Dorothy and Tavia left the office.
"Well, you are the coolest kid," began Tavia with a loving little tug at
Dorothy's arm. "You go to pieces on small things, but seem to glory in a
good big scrape. I would simply have hauled off and landed one on that
high-up lady's pug nose."
Dorothy laughed at Tavia's attempt to cover up the experience with her
joke. She knew Tavia did not really want to use common slang, but
understood her way of teasing and jesting under pretense that Dorothy
would be shocked and give her a "good scolding." But this time Dorothy
disappointed her--she was too well pleased to get out of "the scrape," and
had no intention of checking Tavia's suddenly-freed spirits.
"Now for steam engines," she declared, "and if anything else happens to
prevent us from buying our Christmas gifts--"
"We will make trouble ourselves," finished Tavia, and then they darted off
in the direction of the toy department.
Some one jostled them as they neared the arch.
"That woman!" whispered Tavia. "I am perfectly sure she took that ring and
threw it in your bag."
"Hush!" cautioned Dorothy. "She can hear you!"
"I intend her to," replied Tavia.
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