Dorothy Dale in the City

all boy, made walking almost impossible for the small boy's elders. The air was soft, and as balmy as the first days of Spring. One almost expected to hear the twittering o

ess, Tavia?" Dorothy asked, h

ed my only evening gown, that ancient affair

ss, Tavia," said Dorothy. "Isn't sh

ish one, with the s

ng that if I put it out on the front steps some evening,

ed Nat's brow and he looked confused. Dorothy smiled as she turned her back and folded the messaline dress, placing it carefully in her trunk. Nat was so clumsy at comp

ne in school not to buy

ur color, the old idea of auburn locks and greens and browns is completely smashed to nothingness, when you wear pi

two evening wrap

rothy held up a soft, silk-lined cape, with a collar of fur. Quick tears

le Dorothy,"

even than Tavia, her fair face flushed. The hugging Tavia had given had loosened Dorothy

ie, from below stairs, "a

Then to Nat she said: "Now, cousin, sit hard on t

the lid of the trunk,

have to come o

nothing, in my trunk that I ca

station and we'll pack the surplus gowns in it," she turned triumpha

ghed. "Run, Nat, and fetch Ta

have a few hours before train time. Your trunk

runk here in two minutes. Coming," she called down to

ause the gowns won't fit,"

a's, and we'll pack things in i

jor Dale, drawing Dorothy to the arm of

leave you for a while," said Dorothy,

id. "You and the boys must arrange so t

nt an old limpy soldier trying to keep pace with you in New York City. Mrs

you will be under Mrs. Martin's wing, but we want you with us. In

uld be to send you a telegram when to come, and by that tim

s to get there," replied Major Dale, "so I'll

's gone?" asked little Roger. "I don't want Doro to go awa

the Major's knee, and Doro

ter every day. How will that do?" she asked, a

"tell them all to me n

ll one; father will tell one about the sol

ia and Ned and Nat and everybody can tell me one story to-nigh

room in wild excitement, "the boys have gon

will have to

I'll run all the way to t

e Bird, maybe you'll m

rly flew along the road, in a short walking skirt, heavy sweater p

fearless honesty and the sincerity of her affections. Aunt

Miss Mingle is in. She left school so suddenly that l

bably," said Aun

arture, were almost tragic in their suddenness. I feel so selfish when I think of our treatment of that meek little woman. No one ever was int

t Dorothy, who showed so little inclination to enter the whirl of society in North Birchl

ontented in her home life, and attending to the small charities connected with the town. She seemed to prefer a hospital to a house party, a romp w

jor Dale, slily smiling at Aunt Winnie, "wi

ut continued to smooth away

her asked musingly, not having rece

meet the world,-that is, socially. I want to know people for themselves, not for what they're worth financially or becau

and social position," an

father," said Joe, "and Dorothy c

Roger, "I want to be a sol

in horror, "you'll never,

"Don't you want the boys to rec

urse," she hastened to add, "if Joe must wear a uniform, h

lders, and marched about the room, little Roger followin

ing up the driveway, and in another seco

out the check," explained Nat

u left, and she followed you down to

and missed her, of cours

window, "the train leaves at seven-thirty, and it is after six now," D

d Dorothy, "

trunk, in the back part of a small buggy, enjoying immensely the wind that brushed her hair wildly a

jumping to the ground, "and th

y, "nothing counts but a

om the top landing of the first flight of stairs. "Every