"Oh, but I have indeed! I can not bear the pain any longer. I must tell
someone--you. You will know how to help me."

A very sad face looked up into Dorothy's. The brown eyes that had always
been thought so proud and haughty were now "begging" for help, for pity,
and for counsel.

"Tell me about it," said Dorothy, taking a trembling white hand in her
own, which was scarcely more steady.

"Did--they--arrest Tavia?" asked Sarah, the words seeming to choke her
in their utterance.

"Why, no. Of course they did not," Dorothy replied. "I just left Tavia a
half hour ago, and she was as light hearted and happy as ever I have
seen her. That little trouble at school did not last long."

"Oh, I am so glad!" exclaimed Sarah. "The thought of it has just--
haunted me!"

"About the accident?" asked Dorothy, trying to help Sarah unburden her
mind.

"Yes. I really did not mean to do so wrong. But when I found you were
all gone, and I tried to jump--"

"Yes, of course it was very wrong of Tavia to send you up so high just
as the bell was going to ring," and Dorothy pressed the other's hand
encouragingly.