ht kind.

"Why not?" asked Dorothy. "Are there not plenty of good people in
Dalton?"

"Oh, a few, perhaps. There's me and Johnnie--but we are not 'out' yet,
and you will be looking for society friends. Well, here's good luck to
you with your Indian millions, and don't forget that in your poorest
days I used to lend you chewing gum," and at this Tavia threw her arms
around Dorothy in a warm embrace, as if striving to hold to her heart
and keep in her life the same old darling Dorothy--in spite of the new
circumstances.

"Say, Sis!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Do you realize that this is the very
day you are to go for an automobile ride with Nat White?"

"And that you are to go in the same machine with Ned White? Course I
do, you selfish girl. So taken up with common money that you never
noticed my get-up. Look at this," and Tavia drew from the folds of her
skirt a cloud of something. "Automobile veil," she explained, giving
the flimsy stuff a turn that sent it floating through the air like a
cloud of smoke.

"Splendid!" declared Dorothy.

"Gloriotious!" remarked Tavia, "the real thing. I found it in an old
trunk among dear old grandma Travers' things, and grandma loved it
dearly. I persuaded mother to let me inherit it, and smell," putting
the gray cloud of silk to Dorothy's face, "that perfume is lavender.
Grandma always used it."

"What a dear old lady she must have been," said Dorothy, looking over
the dainty article critically. "You are not really going to wear it,"
she faltered, realizing the value of such an heirloom.

"No, I am not, but--you are! There, Doro, darling, it is a gift for
you from--me. You will always keep it and--love it--"

"Indeed I will do no such thing as to take your dear grandma's things.
You must always keep this yourself--"

"But I want you to, Doro. It will make me happy to know I have given
you something good--something I have loved, and something you will love
for me. There," and she put the scarf over Dorothy's blond head, "you
look like an angel. Grandma herself will be proud all the way from
heaven, to see this fall upon the shoulders of one so worthy in face
and in heart," and the two stood there clasped in each other's arms,
the silvery veil of love falling about the shoulders of both, and
binding "all the way to heaven," in its folds of sweetest lavender the
hearts of two young girls.

CHAPTER II

THE FIRE BIRD

Outside sounded the strident "honk-honk"