lar.
So you see you have saved me from disgracing Dorothy at Glenwood. I
suppose every boarding school girl sports the hand-made variety."

"And to think that I cannot give a party in Dalton to pay you back,"
remarked Dorothy, as she was saying good-bye to a group of girls and
boys in the hall. "We are going to move to North Birchland, you know."

But the girls did not know, and the information was received with much
regret--everyone would miss the Dales. The girls would miss Dorothy,
the boys would miss Joe, and as for Roger, he had always been a
neighborhood pet. Then Major Dale was a popular citizen, besides being
especially endeared to many whom he had befriended with money and
advice.

"But you will come down to see us on your holidays," insisted the boys
and girls, "and perhaps we can get something up so that we may have a
reunion."

Dorothy agreed to this, and then, when all the good-byes had been said,
and all the earnest protestations of affection expressed, the
merry-makers dispersed, making their way through the wet and muddy
roads, but happy with a clear sky above--for some of the girls wore
real party dresses and the shower had made them apprehensive until it
stopped.

Dorothy and Tavia remained to thank Alice and Mrs. MacAllister for all
the trouble they had taken. During the conversation Viola assured the
girls they would be delighted with Glenwood and said it was a pity
Alice had to stay longer at Dalton school to finish a special course.

"Because," said Viola, "we could have such glorious times all together."

"Do you think," said Tavia, as she took Dorothy's arm and "picked her
steps," across the wet road on her way home, "that Viola really means
it? That she is glad we are going to Glenwood?"

"I wouldn't like to say," hesitated Dorothy. "She has such an odd way.
All afternoon she acted to me like one who had gained some point and
was satisfied."

"Then I didn't get her away from Nat in time," declared Tavia. "I
heard her say something suspicious as I came up to them. No use asking
Nat what he told her, he would invent something to tease me and--"

"Declare you were jealous," finished Dorothy. "We will hope she was in
earnest with her graciousness--perhaps she is always that
way--antagonistic with strangers."

"Never," and Tavia went into a mud puddle in her attempt to speak very
decidedly. "There! I'm glad that was not my canvas shoe. I was
tempted to wear them. Ouch! We