THE SAME OLD TAVIA

“She very probably will miss her train, we will miss her at the station, she will take a ride up with old Bill Mason, stay talking to him until dinner is too cold to wait any longer; then—­then—­well, she may steal in through a window and give you a midnight scare, just for a joke.  That’s my recollection of Miss Tavia.”

“Nat, you’re too mean—­Tavia is not always late, and she doesn’t purposely upset plans.  Some things can’t be prevented.”

“Right, little coz, they can’t.  That’s right.  Tavia is one of the things that can’t be prevented from—­”

“Quit! quit there!  Easy with young ladies’ names!  You don’t have to—­to put her up for the registry,” and the last speaker swung around in mock challenge, with his fist very close to his brother’s aristocratic nose.

The three were Dorothy, Ned and Nat.  Dorothy Dale was the “coz,” a very pretty and attractive young girl, while her two good-looking cousins, Ned the elder and Nat the jollier, were sons of Mrs. Winthrop White, of North Birchland.

Dorothy, with her father, Major Dale, and her two brothers, Joe and Roger, the latter about two years younger than his brother, who was not yet in his ’teens, made her home with Major Dale’s sister, Mrs. White, where they had lived for the past few years.  It was now holiday time, and Dorothy was awaiting the arrival of her chum, Tavia Travers, of Dalton, the former home of the Dales.

We may say Dorothy was waiting, but the boys were—­well, they may have had to wait until Miss Tavia got there, but one of them, Nat, evidently did not find “waiting” very pleasant employment.  The fact was, Tavia was a very good friend of Nat, and because of this his brother enjoyed teasing Dorothy about her chum’s shortcomings, especially when Nat was within hearing.

“She said the 4:10, didn’t she?” asked Nat for the fourth time in as many minutes.

“And meant the 10:04,” put in Ned, before Dorothy could reply.

“Neddie, I’ve warned you—­” and Nat “squared off” in a threatening manner.

“Boys! boys!” pleaded Dorothy, stepping in between them with her hands raised to prevent possible trouble.

“Well, if you insist,” said Nat, with a very gallant bow.  “In deference to a lady’s presence I will not exterminate the—­the bug.”

“Bug!” echoed Ned, stepping closer.

“Yes, I said bug,” repeated his brother.  “They are such—­such unpleasant things to have to exterminate.”

The two boys had now assumed attitudes generally supposed to be the very best possible in preparation for a fistic encounter, and Dorothy had just jumped upon a chair to be able to reach her taller cousin and prevent anything serious happening, when a very gentle voice from the doorway interrupted the little scene.

“Children! children!” exclaimed Mrs. White, “Boxing in the library!”