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DOROTHY DALE'S GREAT SECRET
"There is one thing perfectly delightful about boarding schools," declared Tavia, "when the term closes we can go away, and leave it in another world. Now, at Dalton, we would have to see the old schoolhouse every time we went to Daly's for a pound of butter, a loaf of bread--and oh, yes! I almost forgot! Mom said we could get some bologna. Whew! Don't your mouth water, Dorothy? We always did get good bologna at Daly's!"
"Bologna!" echoed Dorothy. "As if the young ladies of Glenwood School would disgrace their appetites with such vulgar fare!"
At this she snatched up an empty cracker box, almost devouring its parifine paper, in hopes of finding a few more crumbs, although Tavia had poured the last morsels of the wafers down her own throat the night before this conversation took place. Yes, Tavia had even made a funnel of the paper and "took" the powdered biscuits as doctors administer headache remedies.
"All the same," went on Tavia, "I distinctly remember that you had a longing for the skin of my sausage, along with the end piece, which you always claimed for your own share."
"Oh, please stop!" besought Dorothy, "or I shall have to purloin my hash from the table to-night and stuff it into--"
"The armlet of your new, brown kid gloves," finished Tavia. "They're the very color of a nice, big, red-brown bologna, and I believe the inspiration is a direct message. 'The Evolution of a Bologna Sausage,' modern edition, bound in full kid. Mine for the other glove. Watch all the hash within sight to-night, and we'll ask the girls to our clam-bake."
"Dear old Dalton," went on Dorothy with a sigh. "After all there is no place like home," and she dropped her blond head on her arms, in the familiar pose Tavia described as "thinky."
"But home was never like this," declared the other, following up Dorothy's sentiment with her usual interjection of slang. At the same moment she made a dart for a tiny bottle of Dorothy's perfume, which was almost emptied down the front of Tavia's blue dress, before the owner of the treasure had time to interfere.
"Oh, that's mean!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Aunt Winnie sent me that by mail. It was a special kind--"
"And you know my weakness for specials--real bargains! There!" and Tavia caught Dorothy up in her arms. "I'll rub it all on your head. Tresses of sunshine, perfumed with incense!"
"Please stop!" begged Dorothy. "My hair is all fixed!"
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