p for his "crimes," and
even went so far as to take Dorothy to a big tree, in the hollow of
which he had hidden considerable loot, during his try at the "wild and
wooly." This loot Roy took back to his own home, which had been the
first scene of his juvenile depredations. He declared he did get out
of a window with the stuff, and otherwise fulfilled the attempt in
true desperado fashion, but before Dorothy left him, she felt that he
had changed his mind as to the propriety of this line of "fun."

"I hope I meet Tavia on time," Dorothy was thinking, as she neared the
station where her companion was expected to board the train. "If she
keeps up her reputation, though, I won't. Something is sure to happen
when Tavia goes traveling."

Summer folks were taking themselves and their luggage into the crowded
cars. It did seem that the privilege of carrying freight personally
was being abused, for old and young were simply bending down under
the weight of the stuff for which they struggled to find room in the
passenger coaches.

"That would simply spoil my vacation," Dorothy reflected. "It seems to
me each season evolves some new sort of hamper to be hampered with."

"Doro!"

It was Tavia!

"Oh, hello--Tavia. I was so afraid----"

"You don't look it. I fancied I saw you sizing up that piece of
architecture at the door. Gothic; isn't it?" and Tavia fell into the
chair Dorothy had emptied for her. The "piece of architecture" took
the sofa at the end of the car, and she appeared to need every bit of
it for her hat, and other pieces of luggage.

"Funny how the porters always like that sort of thing," remarked
Dorothy. "I don't believe they ever get a cent for it, either."

"But look at the glory," said Tavia. "Every eye in the car is on that
sofa. My gaze is simply crowded out. Let's want something. Oh, yes. I
have lost my--'Porter!'" called Tavia sweetly, at the same time
touching the button at the window. The man in the brass-buttoned
uniform turned promptly. "I have lost my hand bag," said Tavia. "I
surely had it when I entered."

Persons in several seats around disturbed themselves. Dorothy's face
flushed. How absurd Tavia was to make that confusion, just for fun.

Every time Tavia stooped to look under the seat, or about it, she
would pinch Dorothy, which act did not add to the latter's comfort.

"Oh, I have it," exclaimed the wily one. "Thank you so much," and she
smiled clear up and down the aisle. "I was sure