"Why, that would be too bad," said Mrs. White, "Poor Rosabel has trouble
with her skin. It is always flaming red, and it seems almost impossible
to cool down the sudden flashes. It is caused by a nervous condition."
Tavia dropped her eyes. What if Dorothy had not spoken against the joke,
and if they had really gone to camp?
"Your train leaves shortly after lunch," continued Mrs. White, "so you
had better be getting ready. I am sorry the boys are not here to see you
off, but I will drive you over myself and see that you are safely en
route for Dalton. I almost wish I were going myself. It seems an age
since I have seen the dear major."
"Oh, do come!" exclaimed Dorothy joyously, "Wouldn't it be splendid."
"If I only could, my dear, but I cannot this time. I will surprise you
some day. Then I will see whether you or Tavia is the better
housekeeper."
"Please do not surprise me," begged Tavia, "although I should be so very
glad to see you--give me notice, so that you may be able to get in.
Whenever I take to sweeping and bar up the doors with furniture my
Sunday school teacher calls."
"I always was considered a good player at hopscotch," joked Mrs. White,
"so you need not worry about that, Tavia, dear."
The dress suit cases were to be packed. They had been full enough
coming, but it was soon found impossible to get all the new things in
them for the journey back.
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