“Where?” cried Dorothy, stopping instantly. “Going into the dining-room,” said Tavia. Dorothy then saw the gray back of Garford Knapp ahead of them. She turned swiftly for the exit of the hotel. “Come!” she said, “let’s get a breath of air before breakfast. It—it will give us an appetite!” And she fairly dragged Tavia to the sidewalk. “Well, I declare to goodness!” volleyed Tavia, staring at her. “And just now you were as hungry as a bear. And you still seem to have a bear’s nature. How rough! Don’t you want to see that young man?” “Never!” snapped Dorothy, and started straight along toward the Hudson River. Tavia was for the moment silenced. But after a bit she asked slyly: “You’re not really going to walk clear home, are you, dear? North Birchland is a long, long walk—and the river intervenes.” Dorothy had to laugh. But her face almost immediately fell into very serious lines. Tavia, for once, considered her chum’s feelings. She said nothing regarding Garry Knapp. “Well,” she murmured. “_I_ need no appetite—no more than I have. Aren’t you going to eat at all this morning, Dorothy?” “Here is a restaurant; let us go in,” said her friend promptly. They did so, and Dorothy lingered over the meal (which was nowhere as good as that they would have secured at the Fanuel) until she was positive that Mr. Knapp must have finished his own breakfast and left the hotel. In fact, they saw him run out and catch a car in front of the hotel entrance while they were still some rods from the door. Dorothy at once became brisker of movement, hurrying Tavia along. “We must really shop to-day,” she said with decision. “Not merely look and window-shop.” “Surely,” agreed Tavia. “And we’ll not come back to luncheon—it takes too much time,” Dorothy went on, as they hurried into the elevator. “Perhaps we can get tickets for that nice play Ned and Nat saw when they were down here last time. Then, if we do, we will stay uptown for dinner——” “Mercy! All that time in the same clothes and without the prescribed ‘relax’?” groaned Tavia. “We’ll look as though we had been ground between the upper and the nether millstone.” “Well——” They had reached their rooms. Tavia turned upon her and suddenly seized Dorothy by both shoulders, looking accusingly into her friend’s eyes. “I know what you are up to. You are running away from that man.” “Oh! What——” “Never mind trying to dodge the issue,” said Tavia, sternly. “That Garry Knapp. And it seems he must be a pretty nappy sort, sure enough. He probably knew that girl and was ashamed to have us see him speaking to one so shabby. Now! what do you care what he does?” “I don’t,” denied Dorothy, hotly. “I’m only ashamed that we have been seen with him. And it is my fault.” “I’d like to know why?” “It was unnecessary for us to have become so friendly with him just because he did us a favor.” “Yes—but——”