DOROTHY DALE’S
GREAT SECRET

Copyright, 1909, by
Cupples & Leon Company

Dorothy Dale’s Great Secret

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. An Automobile Ride 1

II. Tavia Has Plans 17

III. A Cup of Tea 28

IV. The Apparition 39

V. An Untimely Letter 47

VI. On the Lawn 55

VII. At Sunset Lake 63

VIII. A Lively Afternoon 72

IX. Dorothy and Tavia 79

X. Leaving Glenwood 88

XI. A Jolly Home-Coming 96

XII. Dorothy is Worried 109

XIII. Little Urania 118

XIV. The Runaway 129

XV. A Spell of the "Glumps" 139

XVI. Dorothy in Buffalo 147

XVII. At the Play 161

XVIII. Behind the Scenes 172

XIX. The Clue 183

XX. Dorothy and the Manager 195

XXI. Adrift in a Strange City 205

XXII. In Dire Distress 211

XXIII. The Secret—Conclusion 231

DOROTHY DALE’S GREAT SECRET

CHAPTER I
AN AUTOMOBILE RIDE

“There is one thing perfectly delightful about boarding schools,” declared Tavia, “when the term closes we can go away, and leave it in another world. Now, at Dalton, we would have to see the old schoolhouse every time we went to Daly’s for a pound of butter, a loaf of bread—and oh, yes! I almost forgot! Mom said we could get some bologna. Whew! Don’t your mouth water, Dorothy? We always did get good bologna at Daly’s!”

“Bologna!” echoed Dorothy. “As if the young ladies of Glenwood School would disgrace their appetites with such vulgar fare!”

At this she snatched up an empty cracker box, almost devouring its parifine paper, in hopes of finding a few more crumbs, although Tavia had poured the last morsels of the wafers down her own throat the night before this conversation took place. Yes, Tavia had even made a funnel of the paper and “took” the powdered biscuits as doctors administer headache remedies.

“All the same,” went on Tavia, “I distinctly remember that you had a longing for the skin of my sausage, along with the end piece, which you always claimed for your own share.”

“Oh, please stop!” besought Dorothy, “or I shall have to purloin my hash from the table to-night and stuff it into—”

“The armlet of your new, brown kid gloves,” finished Tavia. “They’re the very color of a nice, big, red-brown bologna, and I believe the inspiration is a direct message. ‘The Evolution of a Bologna Sausage,’ modern edition, bound in full kid. Mine for the other glove. Watch all the hash within sight to-night, and we’ll ask the girls to our clam-bake.”

“Dear old Dalton,” went on Dorothy with a sigh. “After all there is no place like home,” and she dropped her blond head on her arms, in the familiar pose