Tavia and Alice were now regarded as heroines. To think they had really
been in the court, and that they had been witnesses to--"a fight," as
Tavia declared Squire Sanders' attack on Ralph was "nothing more nor
less than a common roll around fight."
Finally the picnic lunches were disposed of, and Tavia took Dorothy's
arm as they walked homeward--she had much to tell Dorothy and knew that
no girl would interrupt such apparent confidence as "arm in arm"
indicated.
"And what do you think Mr. MacAllister said?" began Tavia. "That old
Squire Sanders let that horrible man get out of Dalton--the man who
frightened us so!"
"Did he?" replied Dorothy, absently.
"And you knew, of course, about poor Miles Burlock--he died when you
were sick, so I did not tell you anything about it."
"Yes, father told me."
"What are you thinking of, Doro? You are not listening to me at all."
"I have so much to think of," answered Dorothy, smiling. "I can hardly
keep my thoughts in line."
"But you should have seen Alice--Oh, she just pulled the old squire by
the collar. She didn't wait for a man to come. And look at my dress!
Isn't it a sight? I might have known there would be an earthquake or a
fight when I attempted to wear anything like this."
"It is too bad, but that is a straight tear.
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