Tavia was stroking Dorothy's head affectionately. The two girls sat on
the rustic bench, Dorothy with her head resting upon the other's
shoulder.
"I made a discovery in Rochester," said Tavia, when she had exhausted
every possible point, covering the sickness of her friend, the fainting
in school and all that preceded and followed that occurrence. "Yes, I
found out that a woman there, who did washing for my aunt, is named
Burlock, and that she has been deserted by her husband--"
"Has she a daughter?" interrupted Dorothy.
"I don't know about that. Aunt Mary said she was such a strange woman,
all the time moving, and no one ever could find out just where her rooms
were. The way one had to do, to get her to do washing, was to apply to
the Charity Bureau."
"But the Bureau must have her address," said Dorothy much interested in
the story.
"Well, Aunt Mary said they could not keep track of her either. They know
she is a good honest woman, who seems always to be in some trouble--
looking for her husband, of course. I made up my mind that the man she
is looking for is your friend Miles. Have you seen him lately?"
"No," replied Dorothy, thoughtfully.
"And I've got more news," went on Tavia, "Miss Ellis has planned a
picnic for Monday. She is going to take our class to Glen Haven Falls.
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