Next morning Tavia bounced around like a toy balloon. To think of going
to Rochester, and into a police court--what could be more delightfully
sensational? And perhaps they would have their names in the papers,
their pictures, she ventured to suggest. "The two girls from Dalton!" "A
striking scene in the police court!" These and other "striking things"
she outlined to serious Dorothy, who now in the early morning sat so
close to the car window, and seemed to hear nothing of the foolish
prattle, as the train rattled on.

"Don't be a funeral, Doro," objected Tavia. "It's the best fun I ever
dreamed of. Wait till they call on me to testify! Ahem! Won't I make a
stir!"

"But we are not going to testify at all--"

"Same thing. We are to go before a lot of handsome officers, and they
will be so careful of our feelings, of course. I hope I blush! It's
always so nice to blush in print!"

Whether her nonsense was all frivolity, or somewhat calculated to
distract the over serious Dorothy, would have taken an expert in human
nature to decide, and there were many other things about Tavia quite as
bewildering; but Dorothy was patient, she knew Tavia would not
disappoint her when the test came.




CHAPTER XXVII