Tavia discovered this first, and called it in
to Dorothy's room.
"I can't get my things in either," answered Dorothy back, through the
summer draperies that divided the apartments. "We will have to send a
box."
This seemed a real luxury to the girls--to come home with an express
box.
Mrs. White had given Dorothy a fine bracelet as a good-bye present, and
to Tavia a small gold heart and dainty gold chain.
Tavia could not speak she was so surprised and pleased at first. Dorothy
had a locket and chain, but Tavia had hardly ever expected to own such a
costly trinket. The maid had brought the gifts up. Mrs. White was busy
dressing.
"I'll have to hug her," declared Tavia, kissing the heart set with a
garnet.
"Just do," agreed Dorothy, "she would be so pleased."
Down the stairs flew Tavia. Lightly she touched the mahogany paneled
door at Mrs. White's boudoir.
"Come," answered the pleasant voice.
"I came to thank you," faltered Tavia, glancing with misgivings at the
handsome bared arms and throat before the gilt framed mirror.
"For your heart?" and Mrs. White smiled so kindly.
"Yes," said Tavia simply, and the next moment she had both arms around
that beautiful neck.
The woman held the girl to her breast for a moment. Tavia's heart was
beating wildly.
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