Presently Miss Brooks
said:
"I believe you are a prudent girl, Miss Dale, and I wonder if I might
trust you with a delicate--matter?"
"If I can help you--yes," answered Dorothy promptly.
"It is not to help me," said the other, "but to help your friend, Miss
Travers."
Dorothy felt instantly that she referred to Tavia's troubles--those
troubles which Tavia herself had refused to confide in her. Should she
hear them from another?
In her direct way, without mincing words or risking any misunderstanding,
Dorothy said decidedly:
"If you are sure I can help my friend I will be glad to do so, but I have
no wish to interfere in any personal affair of hers."
Miss Brooks did not weaken. Dorothy's honesty in speaking as she did only
seemed the more to convince her that Dorothy Dale could and ought to help
Tavia Travers.
"I know," she went on, "that Miss Travers is greatly worried over a matter
of money. I advised her how she could be relieved of that worry, but in
spite of my advice I have reason to think that she has only made matters
worse by writing to her folks at home and asking them for more money."
"Writing home for money!" gasped Dorothy.
"Yes; I am sorry to seem a meddler, but I feel that she will greatly
complicate matters unless you are clever enough to step in and interfere.
It is the old story of the tangled web; Miss Travers had no idea of doing
anything--irregular.
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