She would simply tell Ned all about it, she decided. He surely would
understand that she never dreamed of "flirting."
From the main highway she was obliged to turn into a branch of the road
from Ferndale to reach the post-office, that little building being
situated at the junction of both thoroughfares.
In her excitement she had scarcely glanced before her, but now, as she
turned into the Ferndale road, she observed a woman coming along the same
path. It was Miss Brooks.
Somehow Dorothy was glad to meet her. After all, it was not pleasant to
think too seriously.
"Good-morning," said Dorothy with all the vivacity she could summon.
"Looking for Christmas mail too?"
"Yes," replied Miss Brooks, with something of a sigh. "There are many
kinds of Christmas mail, I suppose."
The reply confused Dorothy. She did not want to bring sad reflections to
the "little woman in black."
"I guess we will have pleasant weather," Dorothy hurried to say vaguely.
"I hope so, at any rate, for we must depend considerably upon the weather
for the success of our hospital entertainment. You know, we are to have
one."
"Yes, I've seen the tickets," said Miss Brooks, walking along with
Dorothy. Then both paused. Both had evidently exhausted the commonplace.
Miss Brooks looked keenly at Dorothy. The latter could feel her searching
gaze, and wondered secretly what it could mean.
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