And
this was to be the picnic day for the girls of Dalton school.
Tavia was over to Dorothy's house very early. She wanted to borrow a
lunch box, and, incidentally, to hear Dorothy's opinion of the "glorious
dress" from Rochester.
"Isn't it sweet?" she began pirouetting on the board walk, at the side
door of the Dale house, while waiting for Joe to find an empty cracker
box for her lunch.
"It is pretty," agreed Dorothy, examining the dress critically. "Those
pink ribbons are so becoming to you."
"Cousin Nannie had it made for a party, so it ought to do for a picnic,"
Tavia said. "How do you feel to-day Doro? I have been thinking you look-
-sort of 'peaked' as Aunt Libby would say. Have you been worrying about
the explanation business? Because if you feel sensitive about it, just
leave it to me. I am not the least bit bashful, you know."
"I feel well enough," Dorothy assured her, "and I haven't been worrying-
-about that any way," and Dorothy smiled to convince her friend that
nothing serious was disturbing her peace of mind.
"Well, we assemble at nine you know; check our dinner pails. Thanks Joe,
that will do nicely, and if I have any left I will leave it in the box
when I return it. After a bluff at study, and an exchange of
compliments, for my dress particularly (no one else will have anything
like this) we will expect to hear something from you, Doro.
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