"
"You know?"
"Yes; Miss Brooks told me that much."
"Miss Brooks told you!"
"She merely said you were in some difficulty and asked me to advise
you--to tell your father all about it," Dorothy said cautiously.
"Miss Brooks has no right to interfere!" snapped Tavia, immediately taking
offense. "Advice is always cheap!"
"But she surely did it out of kindness," continued Dorothy, "and she
really seemed very much concerned."
"I don't want to hear or know anything more about that--person. She is
evidently trying to cover up her little mistake in putting a ring in the
wrong bag. She knows absolutely nothing about me--she is merely guessing."
Tavia felt she was making bad worse; it was not a time to attempt further
deception. But somehow the idea of Miss Brooks speaking to Dorothy angered
her--she was the one to do that. Then followed the accusing voice of
conscience:
"But why did you not do so? Why do you not do so now?"
"I suppose she told you that I--"
"She told me nothing," interrupted Dorothy, "but that you had made some
mistake in a money matter and then suggested that the way for you to
rectify it would be to write to your father and tell him all about it."
"I wonder she did not essay to do that herself--she seems perfectly
qualified to attend to it all for me."
"Now, Tavia," began Dorothy, assuming a voice at once commanding and kind,
"it is utterly useless for you to take that view of the matter.
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