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<hr /> <h2>CHAPTER XXIXToC</h2> <h3>THE ROUND-UP—CONCLUSION</h3> "It's up to Tavia!" "I have told you every word I am going to tell," she declared. "Oh, no you haven't," objected Nat. "I want to know about that stagey fellow. I don't quite fancy his interference." "He didn't interfere," declared Tavia, "and I am not going over that thing again." "Oh, no, he didn't interfere," repeated Ned. "He merely had it all his own way. Now, if I had long hair——" "Ned," interrupted Dorothy, "please don't. You must remember that the poor fellow was not responsible." "Lucky dog," murmured Ned, giving Cologne one of his favorite looks (Ned had a fancy for Cologne). "Then I think that Dorothy ought to tell her part," insisted Jack. "We have heard rumors of terrible things!" "Mere rumors," said Dorothy with a laugh, "Why shouldn't I be entitled to my own experience? Haven't I paid it all back to you?" "Nope. Not for the shoe that caught in the trap," said Ned facetiously. "Nor for visiting absolute strangers like those Hobbses," added Cologne, "and they are completely out of our set." "Well, I don't mind," agreed Jack. "We have found Molly." "Jackie, you do know a good thing when you see it," complimented Ned. Molly sat out on the low camp stool very close to Jack, and it was plain there was no objection on the part of either as to this particular closeness. "Ralph says nothing——" began Tavia. "But saws wood," added Ned, with a wink, for Ralph seemed to have appropriated Dorothy. Altogether they were a happy set of campers. It was only ten days since the close of that distressing search, that had taken up so many of their camping days, but there was still left plenty of time for the best of outings, which their keenness after their troubles made the more merry. Camp Dorothy was the name of the new tent that Mrs. Harriwell had sent up immediately after her daughter's installation with the campers. With the express came two maids, one for work, and the other to look after Molly. Mrs. Harriwell had to be content with stopping at a nearby hotel, but every day she came over to the camp, and really was almost like a young girl herself, so great was her joy in the sudden restoration of her daughter's health. It developed that the sick girl's case had been one of pure melancholia, following a shock of grief, and that her association with Dorothy and her friends was the one thing she most needed. The second shock, in falling, had restored her reason. But Tavia could not forget that her fault had caused great trouble to Dorothy, and try as the latter did, she could not get Tavia to resume her usual good spirits. "But it takes Nat," whispered Cologne, as he and Tavia sauntered off to catch imaginary trout. "Needn't worry about Tavia's nerves." "I move," said Ralph, "that the—heroine—ahem, be excused from duty for the period of two weeks. Every time I ask Dorothy to go for a sail, she has to wash dishes." Dorothy blushed prettily. "I must do my share of the housekeeping," she insisted. "Besides—it's fun." Ralph was not to be put off this time, however, and he declared that if Dorothy did not go for a sail with him that very afternoon—he—would—drown—himself. "Oh, such luck!" shouted Ned. "Too many fellows around here——" Major Dale stood watching, but hardly listening. "What's the answer, Uncle?" asked Ned, seeing that the major had something to say. "I have just been wondering," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "what would have happened if Dorothy had not gone up that tree. And you boys——" "That's all," interrupted Nat, who had returned to the group. "You are excused." "I have been wondering," put in Mrs. Harriwell, who, with Mrs. Markin, was enjoying the afternoon on the porch within hearing distance, "what would have happened if Dorothy had not been mistaken for Molly. It was a lucky mistake." But Dorothy insisted she had done nothing extraordinary. Yet she could not help but wonder what would happen next. And what did happen will be told in another book, to be called, "Dorothy Dale's School Rivals," in which we shall learn the particulars of some stirring doings at Glenwood Academy. "All the same," declared Tavia, a little sheepishly, "I don't believe it pays to try to keep Dorothy out when there's a question of——" "Common sense," finished Cologne. "There's the cowbell. And it's Tavia's turn to cook supper!" Tavia sprang up and darted down the path. Nat followed. "She hasn't learned to work yet," commented Cologne. She never knew a thing about how Tavia darned the station master's socks. Camp Dorothy had been closed tight all day. As tea-time struck, the maid threw up the big flap. "Surprise! Surprise!" she called, and such a feast as was spread! The very best that could be obtained for miles about Everglade. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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