Ford hurried to say.
"What, going back on your party?" said Mr. MacAllister, laughing.
"Either that or go back on my own daughter," commented Mr. Ford. "It
seems this is the girls' election."
The major could hardly disguise his pride--Dorothy had certainly "been
busy" lately, and every undertaking of hers had met with success. A
girl, after all, may be something more than a pretty doll, he thought.
But the whole thing is to get them to exert their influence in the right
direction. See how Dorothy had helped in the liquor crusade. And without
"soiling her finger tips," thought the major, proudly.
And while this caucus was being held in the major's office, Dorothy was
conducting another sort of meeting at the Ford home.
Tavia and Sarah had "made up" most affectionately. Sickness, sometimes
is a powerful teacher, and afforded, in Sarah's case, time to think
reasonably which was plainly what she needed.
"I always thought the girls disliked me," she told Tavia, "that, of
course, made me dislike most of them. But I did love Dorothy," she
hastened to declare, "and I was jealous of her love for you."
"I don't blame you a bit," answered Tavia, in her direct way. "If she
should turn 'round and fall in love with you--why then no telling what
might happen."
Sarah was now able to walk around with the aid of a cane, and this
afternoon she sat out on the porch entertaining her friends.
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