Dorothy Dale (A Girl of To-Day) | Page 2

a really good-natured disposition.
"It seems to me, Dorothy," the old lady would say, "Libby can't suit
you any more. And Joe, too--he's mighty fussy about his victuals. Only
my baby Roger loves the old woman!" and she would press the younger
boy to her breast with a world of love in the caress.
Not far from Dorothy lived Octavia Travers, or Tavia as all the girls in
Dalton called her, She had the reputation of being wild; that is she
cared little for school, and less for study, but she loved her brother
Johnnie and she loved Dorothy. She also had some love left for the
woods; but like many another child of nature, she was misunderstood,
and she was considered an idler by every one but her own father and
Dorothy.
"Tavia is a rough diamond," Dorothy would tell the major, "and you
need not be afraid of Aunt Libby's dreadful ideas about her. She's as
good as gold. Lots of girls, who turn up their noses at her, might learn
charity from the Tiger Lily, as they call her, just because she has a few
freckles around her eyes. I think they make her eyes prettier, they are so
brown--her eyes you know. And Daddy, no other girl in Dalton loves
soldiers, dead or alive, as truly as Tavia does."
This last argument never failed to convince Major Dale, for a patriotic
girl could no more go astray than could a star fall from the flag, he

declared; so the Little Captain might go with Tavia if she desired.
So it was that Dorothy and Tavia were companions on Decoration Day.
For weeks they had been getting ready--Tavia picking out the patches
of daisies that would surely be in bloom in time, and Dorothy making
certain that Mrs. Travers would not disappoint Tavia with her white
things, as well as keeping track of Aunt Libby, who had Dorothy's own
costume in hand. The dress was too short and had to be let down a
whole inch, and of course, it could not be done up until after the
alterations were finished.
There was always a big time in Dalton on Memorial Day, but this year
it was to be made more memorable than ever before. The Grand Army
of the Republic men were to come in from Rochester, the firemen were
to turn out, and the school children were to have a place in the ranks,
with Dorothy Dale as their leader. Besides this, the Dalton Drum and
Fife Corps would make their first public appearance on this occasion,
and a real review was to be given the procession, in the little square
opposite the school, not very far from the cemetery where the soldiers'
graves would be decorated.
No wonder, then, that Dorothy and Tavia were anxious about their
appearance. Every school girl was expected to wear white, of course,
and the bunting stripes of red, white and blue were bought in Rochester,
by the school teacher, Miss Ellis, and sold to the children at actual cost-
-ten cents for each scarf.
One thing was certain, no other girls would have such flowers as
Dorothy and Tavia had. Such syringias and such daisies! And the ferns
that Tavia had growing back of the well for weeks!
Tavia had taken charge of the flowers for Dorothy, had made the big
bouquet and had covered it with wet paper so it would keep fresh. The
Little Captain had made certain that her companion would not be
disappointed about her white dress, and although Tavia had to stay
from school to wash it the day before, Dorothy went over to help her
with the ironing, for Mrs. Travers managed somehow, to have an
excuse for her failure in getting her daughter ready--she was that kind

of helpless, shiftless person, who rarely had things ready for her
children, especially in the matter of Tavia's clothes.
"Your dress looks real pretty," declared Dorothy, as the girls hurried
along to the school.
"Thanks to you for ironing it," responded Tavia, with gratitude in her
voice.
"I only helped, you did the skirt."
"That was plain, but the waist and sleeves--I never could have even
smoothed them, to say nothing of making them look this way," and she
straightened up to show the beauty of the garment.
At the school everything was in commotion. Some girls wanted their
scarfs tied, others wanted to carry flags, some insisted they could not
go out without hats, while Miss Ellis, always strict, seemed more stern
than ever.
"Those who were here yesterday afternoon raise their hands," she
commanded. Every girl but Tavia raised her hand.
"Those who were not here to rehearsal," went on the teacher, "cannot
be in the ranks. You know I told you all to