“Isn’t it too delicious,” exclaimed
Dorothy. “I hope hereafter you will never
doubt the goodness of your fairy godmother.”
“Or that of my fairy godsister,” added
“And Aunt Winnie is to do all
your shopping. Your mother asked her to get
everything you will need. The money you received
from the railroad company for the loss of your hair
in the accident has been put aside by your father
for your education. So you cannot longer boast
of that romantic poverty you have been holding over
my poor, innocent head,” and Dorothy gave her
friend a “knowing squeeze,” that kind of
embrace that only girl friends understand fully.
“I can scarcely realize it,”
pondered Tavia, “not to have you leave me here
all alone! Why, Doro, I could not sleep nights,
worrying about what would become of me in this hamlet
“And I was equally tortured
with worries about what would become of me, when I
could not tell you all my troubles. Especially
when I thought of having to ”
“Fight the Green Violet alone!
I don’t blame you. But I am just dying
to know what use she will make of the muskmelon story.
I met Alice yesterday and she felt dreadfully about
the way Viola acted. She is coming over to apologize
to you as soon as she can do so without carting the
vegetable along. Pity they did not name her cucumber
instead of violet the green would match
her better. I am going to call her ‘Cuke’
hereafter! Short for cucumber, you know.”
“Oh, that would be unkind,” objected Dorothy.
“Unkind nothing,” replied
the impulsive one. “I wish I could think
of a good rhyme for her new name. I would pass
it around ”
“Now, Tavia, you must not keep
me worrying about the mischievous things you intend
to do at Glenwood. Remember that is one of the
stipulations you are to be very, very good.”
“I feel a sore spot under my
shoulder blade now,” declared Tavia, putting
her hand back. “Wings as sure as you live,
“But do you realize it, we have
only this week? We must be in Glenwood next
“All the better. I cannot
wait. Won’t it be too gloriotious?”
and Tavia again indulged in “steps,” her
favorite outlet for pent-up sentiment.
“The boys are coming over to-morrow
afternoon,” announced Dorothy, “I had
a note from Ned this morning.”
“Goody,” exclaimed Tavia,
coming to a full stop with a twirl that stood for
the pedal period. “Another ride?”
“No, I’m afraid not.
Ned said he and Nat were going to spend the afternoon
“Well, it will be fun anyway.
It always is when the boys get jollying. I am
afraid I do love boys next to you, Doro,
I think a real nice boy is the very nicest human possible.”
“Next to me? On the other side you mean?”
“No, on the second side, the
boy is on the outside of the argument. You are
always first, Doro.”
Meanwhile the news, that Dorothy and
Tavia were to leave Dalton for a school in New England,
had spread among their former school companions.
Alice MacAllister, Sarah Ford, May Egner and a number
of others had held a little consultation over the
matter and decided that some sort of testimonial should
be arranged to give their friends a parting acknowledgment
of the regard and esteem in which Dalton school girls
held Tavia Travers and Dorothy Dale. Of course
Tavia was never as popular as Dorothy had always been she
was too antagonistic, and insisted upon having too
much fun at the expense of others. But, now
that she was leaving them, the girls admitted she had
been a “jolly good fellow,” and they would
surely miss her mischief if nothing more.
May Egner wanted the committee of
arrangements to make the affair a “Linen Shower”
such as brides are given.
“Because,” argued the
practical May, “it will be so nice to have a
lovely lot of handkerchiefs and collars. No one
can have too many.”
“Well, we can include the shower
if you like,” said Alice, who was chairman,
“but I vote for a lawn party, with boys invited.”
“A lawn party with boys!”
chorused the majority, in enthusiastic approval.
“I think it would be a charity
to let the Dalton boys come to something,” declared
Sarah Ford. “If we leave them out all the
time, by and by, when we want someone to take us home
on a dark night ”
“When you stay chinning too
long with Roberta,” interrupted a girl who knew
Sarah’s weakness for “dragging along the
“Well, you may be out in the
dark some time yourself, Nettie, and it is very nice
to have ”
“A very nice boy ”
called the chairman. “We have voted to
invite them and ”
“It’s up to them,”
persisted Nettie Niles, who, next to Tavia Travers,
had the reputation and privilege of using more slang
than any other well-bred girl in Dalton.
“It is to be a lawn party then,”
declared the chairman, with befitting dignity.
“And we have only one day to arrange the whole
“I’ll collect the boys,”
volunteered the irrepressible Nettie.
“Then you are appointed a committee
of one to invite all the nice boys in the first class,”
said Alice, much to the surprise of the joker.
“And not any other?” pouted
Nettie. “If I should run across a real
nice little fellow, with light curly hair, and pale
pink cheeks, and and ”
“New tennis suit,” suggested
someone, who had seen Nettie walking home with a boy
of the tennis-suit description.
“Oh, yes,” agreed the
chairman, “I forgot to include Charlie.
He is not now at Dalton school, but of course, Nettie,
you may invite Charlie.”
“Thanks,” said Nettie,
determined not to be abashed by the teasing.
“We will have cake and lemonade,” proposed
“I’m glad I only have
to bring boys,” said Nettie aside, “I couldn’t
bake a cake to save me.”
“And I’ll bring a whole
pan of fresh taffy,” volunteered Sarah.
“Put me down for two dozen lemons,”
offered May Egner, who seemed to think the entire
success of a lawn party depended upon the refreshing
“Where shall we have it?” asked Alice.
The girls glanced around at the splendid
lawn upon which the little meeting was being held.
It was the MacAllister place, and had the reputation
of being well-kept besides affording a recreation ground
for the family the secret of the combination
lay in the extent of the grounds: they might
be walked upon, but were never trampled upon.
Mr. MacAllister made it a rule that games should
be kept to their restricted provinces, as the tennis
court and croquet grounds: other games should
never be indulged in on the range close to the house
or near the paths. “Plenty of room to
play tag in the orchard,” he would tell the
children, and this plan kept the place in an enviable
“The schoolyard is awfully dry
and dusty,” remarked Nettie in answer to the
question of a site for the party.
“You are welcome to come here,” said Alice,
“Oh, that would be splendid!”
declared May, whereat all the others voiced similar
It was promptly decided that the invitation
to hold the affair on the MacAllister grounds should
be accepted with thanks, and as there remained not
many hours of the day to attend to arrangements, as
the next afternoon would bring them to the test, the
girls hastily scattered to begin their respective
duties in the matter.
Viola Green was present at the meeting.
Alice had told her of its purpose, and as only a
few days remained of the time allotted Viola to remain
at Dalton, Alice was not sorry when her visitor pleaded
That engagement consisted of a promise
to walk through the Green with Tom Burbank he,
too, was a stranger in Dalton, spending a week of his
holiday with the Bennet family.
Viola could boast of a well-filled
trunk of stylish clothes, and in no other place, of
the many she had visited during her vacation, had this
wardrobe shown to such advantage as in Dalton.
Even the attractive linens that Alice was invariably
gowned in (except on Sundays, when she wore a simple
summer silk), seemed of “back date” compared
with the showy dresses Viola exhibited. They
were stylish in that acceptance of the term that made
them popular, but were not distinctive, and would
probably be entirely out of date by the following summer.
On this particular afternoon Viola
wore a deep blue crepe with shaded ribbons, a dress,
according to the feminine ethics of Dalton, “fit
for a party.”
Tom Burbank sported white flannels,
a very good summer suit indeed, but a little out of
the ordinary in Dalton. It was not to be wondered
at, then, that the appearance of these two strangers
attracted some attention on the Green. Neither
could it be doubted that such attention was flattering
to Viola, a stylishly dressed girl often enjoys being
credited with her efforts.
“Wasn’t that the greatest,”
Tom was drawling to Viola, “about those folks
riding in the police wagon.”
“Disgraceful, I should say,”
replied Viola, emphatically.
“And the fellow in the farmer’s
duds. Wasn’t he a sight?” and the
young man chuckled at the thought of Nat in the overalls
“And those two girls are going
to Glenwood the boarding school I attend!”
and Viola’s lip curled in hauteur.
“The dickens they are!
I beg your pardon, but I was so surprised,”
“I don’t blame you.
I was equally surprised myself. In fact, I guess
everyone was they made up their minds so
suddenly. I suppose ” Then
“Well, what do you suppose?”
“Perhaps I shouldn’t say it ”
“Why not? Can’t you trust me?”
“Oh, it wasn’t that. But it might
“Nonsense,” and the young
man gave Viola a reassuring look. “A thing
said in good faith is never unkind.”
“I’m so glad you feel
that way. Alice is so different, and I have been
just dying to talk to somebody somebody
who would look at things as I do. Sometimes
I am almost homesick.”
“I suppose you are,” said
the youth, falling a victim to the girl’s coquetry
as readily as water runs down hill. “A
fellow is never that way homesick, I mean;
but for a girl ”
“Oh, yes,” sighed Viola,
“this visiting is not all it is supposed to
be. Alice is a lovely girl, of course, but ”
“A trifle high flown,”
said Tom, trying to help the faltering girl with her
“And so strangely fascinated
with that Dorothy.” Viola toyed evasively
with the stick of her parasol. “Of course
she is a pretty girl ”
“Too yellow I mean
too blondy,” said Tom, feeling obliged to say
something against Dorothy.
“Do you know her cousin, Nat White?”
“Not very well, I only met him
the other night. But he seems like a decent
“I cannot imagine any boy allowing
two girls to get in such a predicament,” said
Viola, “feeling her way” to further criticism.
“It was rough, but then you
see he was not with them, he had gone to the blacksmith
shop to get something fixed, I believe.”
“Oh, they were alone!”
and Viola had gained one point. “Was it
really melons, do you suppose?”
“So he said, but he seemed to
take the whole thing as a joke. Ginger!
It was funny to go out in a red flyer and come back
in a Black Maria,” and Tom laughed at his own
attempt at a pun.
“Then, when the cousin came
back the girls were in the police patrol? That
accounts for it. I could not possibly see how
any young fellow could allow girls to get into such
a scrape,” persisted Viola.
“Yes,” said Tom vaguely,
not being at all particular as to what was the nature
of the remark he had given acquiescence to.
“But to be arrested!” went on Viola.
“Were they arrested?” asked Tom in surprise.
“Why, of course,” declared Viola.
“Didn’t Mr. White say so?”
“Oh, I suppose he did.
That is I really had not looked at it that
way. I thought it was some kind of joke.”
But Tom had said, “Yes,”
Nat told him they had been arrested! And Tom
Burbank never intended to say anything of the kind!
Viola Green with her pretty clothes and pretty looks
had “put the words into his mouth and had taken
them out again!”
“We must be going!” said
Viola, leaving her seat beside the little fish pond
in the park. “I suppose I shall see you
at the lawn party?”
“If I am invited?”
“Then I invite you now.
You need not say you got my invitation before the
others were out but be sure to come!”