Dorothy Dale's Queer Holidays by Margaret Penrose
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But Ned only laughed, and kept on laughing as his mother appeared in the vestibule with a puzzled look at the empty seat in the tonneau of the Fire Bird. Dorothy was the first to reach the porch. "She didn't come," was her wholly unnecessary remark as Mrs. White opened the outer door. "Isn't that strange!" replied the aunt. "Do you suppose anything could have happened?" "I don't know. I hope not. She promised so definitely that I can't understand it," went on Dorothy. Nat remained in the car as Ned drove it to the garage. "I'm so sorry, after all the extra trouble to get up a good dinner," apologized Dorothy as she laid aside her wraps. "Oh, well, we can all enjoy that," replied Mrs. White, "although, of course, we had counted on Tavia's presence. She is so jolly that the boys will be much disappointed." "I'm just ashamed of her," went on Dorothy in a burst of indignation. "She should have learned by this time to keep her word, or else send some message." "Yes, I am afraid Tavia does not care for the conventionalities of polite |
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