Both Dorothy and Tavia had been absent from school the past week but
this was Sunday evening, and they would both go back to-morrow.
Dorothy went over to talk about it with her friend.
"Well, it will be something to have another chance at Lady Sarah," said
Tavia, when Dorothy had finished telling her to be sure and have her
father write an excuse to hand to Miss Ellis. "I don't mind school so
much when there is something else to think of in between. And the girls
will be tickled too, for they all love a good fight."
"Now, Tavia, you must stop that kind of talk if you are going to be a
friend of mine," counseled Dorothy. "I cannot be considered your friend
if you will not be--ladylike--"
"Like Lady Sarah," Tavia finished, laughing. "Well, all right, Doro
dear," and she gave her chum a bear-like hug, "I'll be as good as pie,--
lemon meringue at that,--so don't worry any more."
"Have you heard anything about the man?" Dorothy asked cautiously, for
it was almost dark, and the girls were walking back to the Dale
homestead.
"Not a word," answered Tavia, "except that father thinks he has gone out
of Dalton altogether."
"And I have not seen Miles Burlock all week," commented Dorothy, "You
know I had been trying to get him to reform."
"Everybody seems to be trying to do that.
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