confession without further parleying.

"Mullen leaves," in a surprised voice, then adding quickly, "Oh, of
course, we all used to do that. You were painting to go out to camp,"
said Mrs. White.

"Tavia was going to help play a joke on Rosabel," interrupted Dorothy,
anxious to make the matter as light as possible, and help Tavia with her
honesty.

"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