"It
was I who kept you."
"Yes, and I know why."
"Why, then?"
"Simply to fix it up for me. You never could intrust me with such an
important commission."
"Well, I am sure when I have a chance to speak to your father--but, dear
me, there are so many things!"
"Oh, Doro, I just want to ask you if you saw the 'Babbling Brook' in the
audience? She was fairly eating up little Mary with those big optics of
hers."
"Miss Brooks? I did not see her," answered Dorothy. "Did she like Mary's
effort?"
"Like her? I should, say she fairly loved her, but then, you see, a sister
of hers had a baby girl once," and Tavia laughed to cover up the mistake
she had made in mentioning the affairs of Miss Brooks. "There, Doro, dear,
I'm going now. To-morrow is another day, as your aunt says," finished
Tavia, kissing Dorothy fondly and leaving her chum to think over all the
matters that now confused her tired, weary brain.
It was Roger who first tapped at his sister's door the next morning.
"Doro," he called, "when are we going out to see that ghost?"
"Ghost?" repeated the girl, rubbing her eyes and trying to collect her
scattered thoughts.
"Yes; you know you promised," and by this time Roger was in the room and
had his arms around her neck.
"Oh," she laughed, "we'll take a ride out to the castle just as soon
as--as Ned is able to go.
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