That is only a scruple, you are afraid you shouldn't enjoy anything but
Dalton. You know perfectly well you would rather dig Jacks-in-the-pulpit
out by our back wall, than snatch those honeysuckles at your window."

"Perhaps," said Tavia vaguely. "But I guess you are right, Doro. You
always are. I am just afraid to think of anything but what we've got."

"Not even the five hundred?"

"Oh, that is what upsets me. I shall expect it to make us millionaires."

"And so it will in happiness. I can't blame you one bit for wanting to
get home to talk it over."

"Oh, that was yesterday. To-day I want to go to camp."

Dorothy looked at her uneasily. She remembered it was told her once that
sudden changes were always unwholesome to young people.

"It must be that," she told herself, "Tavia has had too many sudden
changes lately. And she always was so sentimental. I believe, after all,
it is best for girls to keep busy at practical things. Tavia has never
been trained."

"Now," said Tavia, who had been fixing before the pretty dressing table,
"I'm ready. But I have a plan--to help Nat out with Rosabel's complexion
test."

"Oh, he was only joking," exclaimed Dorothy. "He wouldn't be so rude."