"Shows she is thoughtful, anyway," Dorothy would tell herself, "and that
is what Ralph meant when he said she could not make serious mistakes
when she followed the advice of her kind heart."
The Dale house could be seen through the trees now. Voices were heard
outside; perhaps the boys playing some games.
"I'll leave you here," said Tavia, "you are not afraid of bugaboos are
you?"
"Not a bit," answered Dorothy, laughing. "Be sure to be on time at
school to-morrow. No use adding coals to the fire."
"It depends on whether you intend to wash, bake, or iron. Now I am going
to do all three at school to-morrow, so I may as well keep up a good,
warm fire;" and giving her chum a hearty hug Tavia started off.
Dorothy stopped as she neared the piazza.
Surely that was a strange voice. A man was talking very earnestly to her
father.
It was Miles Burlock!
CHAPTER V
MILES BURLOCK
What could that man want of her father?
And what was so mysterious about their conversation that reached her
ears in spite of her attempting to enter the house without intruding
upon her father's company?
Her name was being spoken, and why would Aunt Libby not open that door?
"There she is now," said Major Dale, as Dorothy gave one more knock.
"Daughter, come this way.
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