Dorothy Dale in the City Part 2

When Dorothy got on the trail of the gypsies, in the fourth book of the series, called "Dorothy Dale and Her Chums," she little dreamed where the matter would end. Startling, and almost weird, were her experiences when she met the strange "Queen," who seemed so sad, and yet who held such power over her wandering people. Here again Dorothy's good sense came to her aid, and she was able to find a way out of her trouble.

One naturally imagined holidays are times of gladness and joy, but in "Dorothy Dale's Queer Holidays," which is the fifth book of this line, her vacation was "queer" indeed. How she and her friends, the boys as well as the girls, solved the mystery of the old "castle", and how they saved an unfortunate man from danger and despair, is fully set forth.

And, as a matter of fact, before the adventure in the "castle" came to an end, Dorothy and her friends themselves were very glad to be rescued.

Mistaken ident.i.ty is the main theme of the sixth volume, called "Dorothy Dale's Camping Days." To be taken for a demented girl, forced to go to a sanitarium, to escape, and to find the same girl for whom she was mistaken, was part of what Dorothy endured.

And yet, with all her troubles, which were not small, Dorothy did not regret them at the end, for they were the means of bringing good to many people. The joyous conclusion, when the girl recovered her reason, more than made up for all Dorothy suffered.

Certainly, after all she had gone through, our heroine might be expected to be ent.i.tled to some rest. But events crowded thick and fast on Dorothy. On her return to Glenwood, after a vacation, she found two factions in the school.

Just who was on each side, and the part Dorothy played, may be learned by reading the seventh book of this series, called "Dorothy Dale's School Rivals." There was rivalry, none the less bitter because "sweet girl graduates" were the personages involved. But, in the end, all came out well, though at one time it looked as though there would be serious difficulties.

Of course many more characters than Dorothy and Tavia played their parts in the stories. There were Ned and Nat, the sons of Mrs. White, Dorothy's aunt, with whom, after some years spent in Dalton, Dorothy and her father and brothers went to live, in North Birchlands. Tavia was a frequent visitor there, and Tavia and the good-looking boy cousins-well, perhaps you had better find out that part for yourself.

Dorothy was always making friends, and, once she had made them she never lost them. Not that Tavia did not do the same, but she was a girl so fond of doing the unexpected, so ready to cause a laugh, even if at herself, that many persons did not quite know how to take her.

With Dorothy it was different. Her sweet winsomeness was a charm never absent. Yet she could strike fire, too, when the occasion called for it.

And so now, in beginning this new book, we find our friends ready to leave the "Glen", as they called it; leave the school and the teachers under whose charge they had been for some time.

Leaving Glenwood was, as Dorothy said, very different from going there.

One week before Christmas the place was placed in the hands of the house-cleaners, and the pupils were scattered about over the earth.

Dorothy and Tavia were together in the chair car of the train; and Dorothy, having gathered up her mail without opening it as she left the hall, now used her nail file to cut the envelopes, and then proceeded to see what was the news.

"Oh, Tavia!" she exclaimed, as she looked at the lavender paper that indicated a note from her Aunt Winnie, otherwise Mrs. White. "Listen to this. Aunt Winnie has taken a city house. Of course it will be an apartment--" she looked keenly at the missive, "and it will be on Riverside Drive."

"Oh, the double-deckers!" exclaimed Tavia. "I can feel the air smart my cheeks," and she s.h.i.+fted about expectantly. "Let's take the auto bus-I always did love that word bus. It seems to mean a London night in a fog."

"Well, I am sure it will mean good times, and I a.s.sure you, Tavia, Aunt Winnie has not forgotten you. You are to come."

"There is only one Aunt Winnie in the world," declared Tavia, "and she is the Aunty Winnie of Dorothy Dale." Tavia was never demonstrative, but just now she squeezed Dorothy's hand almost white. "How can I manage to get through with Dalton? I have to give home at least three snowstorms."

"We are getting them right now," said Dorothy. "I am afraid we will be s...o...b..und when we reach the next stop."

Wheeling about in her chair, Tavia flattened her face against the window as the train smoke tried to hide the snowflakes from her gaze. Dorothy was still occupied with her mail.

"It does come down," admitted Tavia, "but that will mean a ride for me in old Daddy Brennen's sleigh. He calls it a sleigh, but you remember, Doro, it is nothing more than the fence rails he took from Brady's, buckled on the runners he got from Tim, the ragman. And you cannot have forgotten the rubber boot he once used for a spring."

"It was a funny rig, sure enough," answered Dorothy, "but Daddy Brennen has a famous reputation for economy."

"I hope he does not take it into his head to economize on my spinal cord by going over Evergreen Hill," replied Tavia. "I tried that once in his rattletrap, and we had to walk over to Jordan, and from there I rode home on a pair of milk cans. But Doro," she continued, "I cannot get over the sudden taking away of Mingle Dingle. Surely the G.o.ds sent that telegram to save me."

"I hope nothing serious has happened at her home," Dorothy mused. "I never heard anything about her family."

"You don't suppose a little mouse of a thing, like that born music teacher, has any family," replied Tavia irreverently. "I shall ever after this have a respect for the proverbial feather bed."

"Here is Stony Junction," Dorothy remarked, as the trainman let in a gust of wind from the vestibuled door to shout out the name of that station.

"Madeline Maher gets off here. There, she is waving to us! We should have spoken to her."

"Never too late," declared Tavia, and she actually shouted a good-bye and a merry Christmas almost the full length of the car. Dorothy waved her hand and "blew" a kiss, to which the pretty girl who, with the porter close at her heels, was leaving the train for her home, responded. Chairs swung around simultaneously to allow their occupants a glimpse of the girl who had startled them with her shout. Some of the pa.s.sengers smiled-especially did one young man, whose bag showed the wear usually given in college sports. He dropped his paper, and, not too rudely, smiled straight at Tavia.

"There!" exclaimed she. "See what a good turn does. Just for wis.h.i.+ng Maddie a hilarious time I got that smile."

"Don't," cautioned Dorothy, to whom Tavia's recklessness was ever a source of anxiety. "We have many miles to go yet."

"'So much the better,' as the old Wolfie, in Little Red Riding Hood, said," Tavia retorted. "I think I shall require a drink of water directly," and she straightened up as if to make her way to the end of the car, in order to pa.s.s the chair of the young man with the scratched-up suitcase.

Dorothy sighed, but at the same time she smiled. Tavia could not be repressed, and Dorothy had given up hope of keeping her subdued.

"Come to think of it," reflected Tavia, "I never had any permanent luck with the drinking water trick. He looks so nice-I might try being sweet and refined," and she turned away, making the most absurd effort to look the part.

"Getting sense," commented Dorothy. "We may now expect a snowslide."

"And have my hero dig me out," added the irrepressible one. "Wouldn't that be delicious! There! Look at that! It is coming down in s...o...b..a.l.l.s!"

"My!" exclaimed Dorothy, "it is awful! I hope the boys do not fail to meet me."

"Oh, if they didn't, you would be all right," said Tavia. "They serve coffee and rolls at North Birchland Station on stormy nights."

"I declare!" exclaimed Dorothy, "that young man is a friend of Ned's! I met him last Summer, now I remember."

"I knew I would have good luck when I played the sweet-girl part," said Tavia, with unhidden delight. "Go right over and claim him."

"Nonsense," replied Dorothy, while a slight blush crept up her forehead into her hair. "We must be more careful than ever. Boys may pretend to like girls who want a good time, but my cousins would never tolerate anything like forwardness."

"Only where they are the forwarders," persisted Tavia. "Did not the selfsame Nat, brother to the aforesaid Ned--"

As if the young man in front had at the same time remembered Dorothy, he left his seat and crossed the aisle to where the girls sat. His head was uncovered, of course, but his very polite manner and bow amply made up for the usual hat raising.

"Is not this Miss Dale?" he began, simply.

"Yes," answered Dorothy, "and this Mr. Niles?"

"Same chap," he admitted, while Tavia was wondering why he had not looked at her. "Perhaps," she thought, "he will prove too nice."

"I was just saying to my friend," faltered Dorothy, "that I hope nothing will prevent Ned and Nat from meeting me. This is quite a storm."

"But it makes Christmas pretty," he replied, and now he did deign to look at Tavia. Dorothy, quick to realize his friendliness, immediately introduced the two.

It was Tavia's turn to blush-a failing she very rarely gave in to.

Perhaps some generous impulse prompted the gentleman who occupied the chair ahead to leave it and make his way toward the smoking room. This gave Mr. Niles a chance to sit near the girls.

"We expect a big time at Birchland this holiday," he said. "Your cousins mentioned you would be with us."

"Yes, they cannot get rid of me," Dorothy replied, in that peculiar way girls have of saying meaningless things. "I am always anxious to get to the Cedars-to see father and our boys, and Aunt Winnie, of course. I only wish Tavia were coming along," and she made a desperate attempt to get Tavia into the conversation.

"Home is one of the Christmas tyrannies," the young man said. "If it were not Christmas some of us might forget all about home."