Dorothy Dale's Great Secret
CHAPTER V AN UNTIMELY LETTER
For three days after that eventful night Tavia was obliged to keep to herroom. She had a fever--from a cold the doctor thought--nothing contagioushe was positive--but, as a precautionary measure Dorothy was givenanother room, until the fever should be entirely broken.
But the two friends were not to be separated much longer, for Tavia hadquite recovered now, and was up and about her room, receiving notes andflowers from the girls, and recuperating generally.
"The first good rest I've had in months," Tavia told Dorothy, as they sattogether again on the little window seat, looking out on the tenniscourt.
"I do really believe you look better than you did before you were takenill," agreed Dorothy, giving her friend a look of unmistakableadmiration.
"That's lucky for me," Tavia replied with something that sounded like asigh.
"Why?" asked Dorothy in some surprise.
"Oh, nothing," was the answer, given rather evasively. "But a girl can'tafford to get scrawny. Fancy yourself slinking down like a cornstalk inthe fall! Why, even the unapproachable Dorothy Dale could not well standthe slinking process, to say nothing of an ordinary gawk like me goingthrough it," and Tavia slyly looked into the mirror. She evidently hadsome particular reason for being so anxious about her good looks.
Dorothy had been noticing this peculiarity of Tavia's for some time--shehad been so extreme about her toilet articles--using cold cream tomassage her face daily, then brushing her hair ardently every night, tosay nothing of the steam baths she had been giving her face twice a week.
All this seemed very strange to Dorothy, but when she laughed at Tavia'snew-found pastimes the latter declared she was going to look nice for thesummer; and that any girl who did not take care of herself externally wasquite as blamable as she who neglected the hidden beauty of heart orbrain.
And there was no denying that the "grooming" added much to the charms ofTavia's personality. Her hair was now wonderfully glossy, her cheeksdelicately pink, her arms round and her hands so shapely! All this,applied to a girl who formerly protested against giving so much as halfan hour daily to her manicure needs!
Dorothy was anxious to have a serious talk with Tavia, but considered ittoo soon after her illness to bring about that conversation, so she onlysmiled now as Tavia set all her creams and stuffs in a row, thenstretched herself out "perfectly flat to relax," as the book directionscalled for. Fancy Tavia doing a thing like that!
"When I dare--that is as soon as that old Rip Van Winkle of a doctor letsme off," said Tavia suddenly, "I'm going to get a set of exercisers formyself. I don't believe we have half enough muscle work."
"Why, my dear, one would imagine you were training for the circus ring,"said Dorothy laughing.
"Hardly," replied the other. "I never was keen on bouncing, and circusturns all end with a bounce in the net. Those nets make me creepy--amattress for mine when on the rebound. Have you been to the post-office?"
"No, but I'm going. Want any stamps?"
"No. But if--if you get a letter for me I wish you wouldn't put it intoMrs. Pangborn's box--I expect a little note from a girl, and I'm sure itneed not be censored, as the rest of the letters are."
"But the rule," Dorothy reminded her gently.
"I believe the United States postal laws are of more importance than thesilly, baby rules of Glenwood school," snapped Tavia with unexpectedhauteur, "and it's against the law for one person to open the letters ofanother."
"But Mrs. Pangborn takes the place of our mothers--she is really ourguardian when we enter her school. We agree to the rules before we aretaken in."
"No, we were 'taken in' when we agreed to the rules," persisted theother. "Now, as it's your turn to do the post office this week, I thinkyou might do me a little favor--I assure you the letter I expect is notfrom some boy. Other girls can smuggle boys' letters in, and yet I can'tcontrive to get a perfectly personal note from a perfectly sensible girl,without the missive being--passed upon by--google-eyed Higley!"
"Oh, Tavia! And she was so kind to you when you were sick."
"Was she? Then she ought to keep it up, and leave my letters alone!"
"Well," sighed Dorothy rising, "I must go for the mail at any rate."
"And you won't save my one little letter?"
"How could I?" Dorothy pleaded.
"Then if you do get it--see it among the others--couldn't you leave itthere? I will be able to walk down to the post office myself tomorrow."
"But you couldn't get the mail."
"Oh, yes I could," and Tavia tossed her head about defiantly.
Dorothy was certainly in a dilemma. But she was almost due at thepost-office, and could not stay longer to argue, so, clapping on her hat,she bade Tavia good-bye for a short time.
"It palls on me," Tavia told herself, as she again approached the glassand took up the cold cream jar. "Who would ever believe that I wouldstoop so low! To deceive my own darling Dorothy! And to make a fool ofmyself with this 'mugging' as Nat would say."
She dropped heavily into a chair. The thought of Dorothy and Nat had astrange power over the girl--she seemed ashamed to look at her own facewhen the memory of her dearest friends brought her back again to the oldtime Tavia--the girl free from vanity and true as steel to Dorothy Dale.
"But the letter," thought Tavia, recovering herself. "If that letter getsinto Mrs. Pangborn's hands!"
Again she buried her face in her arms. Something seemed to sway her,first one way, then the other. What had caused her to change so in thoselast few short months? Why were her words so hollow now? Her own"copyrighted" slang no longer considered funny, even by those girls mostdevoted to her originality? And why, above all else, had she fallen illafter that queer dream about making-up with the cold cream and the redcrayon?
"I'm afraid my mind was not built for secrets," she concluded, "and if Ikeep on moping this way I can't say what will happen next."
Meanwhile Dorothy was making her way back from the village with theletters including one addressed to Octavia Travers. She had determinednot to make any attempt at giving the note to Tavia without the schoolprincipal's knowledge, for, somehow she feared Tavia's honesty in suchmatters, and, although Dorothy felt certain that Tavia would do nothingshe really believed to be wrong, she was afraid her chum might be misledby some outside influence.
With a heavy heart Dorothy laid the mail down on Mrs. Pangborn's desk.That lady was just coming into the office as Dorothy was about to leave.
"Wait, dear," said Mrs. Pangborn, "until I see if there is any mail forthe girls in your corridor. How is Octavia to-day? I hope she will beable to go out by Sunday. Here, I guess this is a letter for her."Dorothy almost turned pale as the principal took up the small blueenvelope. "Just take it to her--perhaps it will cheer her up," and shehanded Dorothy the missive without attempting to open it or question thepostmark. "There, I guess that is all I can give you," and she put theothers in her desk. "Tell Tavia I am anxious to see her out of doorsagain, and I hope her letter will have good news for her."
Dorothy turned away with a smile of thanks, not venturing to say a word.She held the blue envelope in her hand, as if it was some tainted thing,for she well knew that the missive was not from home, the postmark"Rochester" standing out plainly on the stamped corner.
Tavia saw her coming, and quickly caught sight of the envelope in herhand.
"There, you old darling!" she exclaimed, giving Dorothy a vigorous hug."I knew you would bring it to me. How you did ever manage it?"
"Mrs. Pangborn sent it with kind wishes that it might contain good news,"stammered Dorothy. "I made no attempt to get it to you without herknowledge."
"She had it? And gave it back to you? Why, Dorothy, if she had--but ofcourse it would not really have mattered," and Tavia slipped the letterinto her blouse. "I'm awfully obliged. Did you hear from home?"
"No," answered Dorothy simply, a flush covering her fair face as
she sawTavia hide the letter. "I'm going out for a few minutes--so you may readthat very important note, Tavia."