114 “But Jake will surely find it out,” Dorothy insisted, “besides, it seems a shame to have him posting notices all over, when——”
“The best thing that ever happened to Jake,” interrupted Tavia. “I have heard it is the first time in ten years that he tried to write his name.”
“Tavia, you know poor Jake has always been kind to us, and I feel this is a shame.”
“Then I’ll write him an anonymous2 letter, and tell him his dog has gone home, and is much obliged for his attention, etc,” Tavia went on.
“You should have done it openly—told the lady where her dog was, and let her come and claim him——”
“And lose the five? Dorothy, you have no more business tact3 than a kitten. Now do let us change the subject. Be assured if I am hauled up for dog-kidnapping I’ll get out of it as gracefully4 as I got into it. Will you help me select Jake’s pipe? He’s quite particular I know, for he left his on the fence one night, and I heard—of course I cannot be sure of it—but I just heard, that he put a cross of red paint on the fence, to mark the spot where he found it.”
A knock at the door interrupted them. Dorothy opened the portal and faced one of the maids.
“Miss Dale,” she said timidly, “Jake’s outside, and wants to speak with you. He would not ask at the office, but got me to come in for him.”
115 “All right, Ellen, and thank you,” Dorothy said. “I’ll be out directly.”
“He’s on the west porch,” went on the maid. “Jake’s not himself since he lost that dog,” and with that remark echoing she went down the red carpeted halls.
“Now, Tavia,” demanded Dorothy, “I know it’s about the dog, and I feel I should tell him the truth.”
“You dare!” snapped Tavia. “Doro, let me tell him the truth,” she added, in a pleasanter tone.
“Oh, will you? Then do come along with me! You can wait off a little way, and I’ll let you know if you can help any. Really, of all our difficulties, I feel worse about this. It is so hard to deceive a good, honest man,” and Dorothy went out after the maid.
“Thanks,” said Tavia following. “I suppose it’s fun to fool foolish girls. Now let me show you the difference. I choose the good, honest men.”
It was plain that the girls would not agree. Tavia stopped in the wisteria corner, and Dorothy went on to the man standing5 near the steps.
“What is it, Jake?” she asked kindly6.
He lifted his cap, and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I don’t know as I should trouble you, miss,”116 he said hesitatingly, “but I do feel that them girls know about my dog, and I’ve come to ask you if you—if you couldn’t get them to tell.”
This was a difficult situation for Dorothy. Why did those girls do the absurd thing?
“Jacob,” she began seriously, “if you knew that the real owner of the dog had him, would you be satisfied?”
He did not answer. His long brown fingers went over the balcony rail nervously7.
“If I saw the owner have him, I would,” he said with a choke. “But there’s owners, and—thieves.”
“I am quite sure he was not stolen,” Dorothy ventured. “And I do feel that he is with his real owner. Here comes one of the teachers. If you like I’ll run over to the stable to-morrow morning, and see what I can find out in the mean time.”
With a bow of his head he went off, knowing that the teacher approaching would criticize his presence there.
Tavia was laughing when Dorothy joined her. “Well, he didn’t eat you did he, dear?” she asked. “I rather thought he enjoyed talking to you”; this with a teasing toss of her head.
“Now Tavia, Jake has simply got to know that story. I cannot see how we are to go about it, and save the—honor of—our clan8, but we have got to think it up. We have got until to-morrow117 morning, and you and Ned must help. Personally I am ashamed of the whole proceedings9.”
Dorothy went inside without waiting for her companion. She was in no mood for laughing over the matter, and it seemed impossible to get Tavia to realize how serious it had turned out to be. If Jacob went to Mrs. Pangborn with the story, after all the other annoyances10 that had occurred, in so short a time of the school term, Dorothy feared that even that mild and sweet-tempered lady might find the girls from Dalton too troublesome.
Tavia hurried to look for Edna. She found her with Molly Richards and Nita Brant, trying to solve the problem of making a slipper11 bag out of a raffia hat.
“See here, Ned,” began Tavia, “I have got to speak to you alone at once.”
“The sheriff this time?” asked Molly, laughing, and pricking12 her finger with the long needle she was trying to use.
“Worse, I’m afraid it will be the undertaker, if we are not miraculously13 careful and clever. Come along, Ned,” dragging her from her chair, “you are in on this autopsy14.”
But the clever plans hoped for did not develop. All Edna did was to blame Tavia for getting into the scrape, and Tavia’s arguments ran along the118 same line. After study hour Dorothy called the girls to her room.
“Well,” she said, “what are you going to tell Jake? Don’t you think it will be best to tell it all, and have it over? If you don’t you will be in constant dread15 of it popping out, and spoiling something better than can be hurt just now.”
“Well, we have been in so much trouble,” sighed Ned, “it does not seem that another stroke would be much worse. All I care about is that we took the money.”
“Why not hand that over to Jake?” suggested the wise little Dorothy, who was really assuming more sense than she felt she rightfully knew how to handle. The other girls were so devoid16 of anything like sense that she appeared almost like the proverbial Minerva, and her aviary17, besides Tavia and Edna.
“Oh, I never could stand Jake’s scorn on that,” declared Tavia. “It would be worse than owning up to dog-snatching.”
“Did you find out where the lady lives? She who claimed the dog?” Dorothy questioned.
“Nope,” said Tavia, “I was so scared when I took the five dollars that I almost ran. Ned stood just twenty feet away. She feared the usual bomb.”
“Then all we can do is to go to bed early, and119 think it over,” decided18 Dorothy. “Sometimes an inspiration comes in the dark you know.”
“Yes, that’s how I got the inspiration to get Ravelings out through a hole in the fence back of the stables,” said Tavia. “And I think the ghost that got me into the trouble can do no less than help me out. Besides I’m that tired,” and she yawned. “I feel if I do not soon get sleep I shall turn somnambulist.”
“And that’s how you are going to think it out,” finished Dorothy. “Well, I am going to see Jake early in the morning. See that you are ready to go with me.”
“I’ll do all I can,” volunteered Edna. “But I never imagined it would be as bad as this. Mercy, dog-snatching!” and she went off with the words sissing on her lips.
“Say, Doro,” said Tavia between yawns, “I got your picture back to-day.”
“You did!”
“Yep, it came by mail, and was in the envelope of the Gleaner19. I’ve got that to clear up, and I like it better than Jake’s little fuzzy dog.”
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