"You have?" said Dorothy, gasping.
"Yes; I'm always seeing that no one makes a third when you and he are
together--on moonlit nights and picnics, and so on, don't you know?"
Dorothy laughed, in spite of her discomfort, at this frank discussion
of her secret. "But this is inveterate match-making," she said. "Why
do you do it?"
"Oh, I think it would be a good thing. You both want it badly, and
you'd get on awfully well together. Besides, you're neither of you as
cheerful as you used to be, and I don't like it; it bothers me."
"It's very good of you to let it," said Dorothy, smiling.
"Not at all. And Elsie and I would have a settled home, too. It's
very funny; but sometimes I get tired of living in hotels."
"I'm sure you do," said Dorothy with sympathy.
"Well, have you got any idea how it can be worked?"
"No!" cried Dorothy, shocked, and flushing again; "I haven't! I
wouldn't have!"
"That's silly, when it would be such a good thing," said Tinker with a
disapproving air. "However, I suppose I can work it myself. I
generally have to when I want anything done."
"What are you going to do?" cried Dorothy in great alarm. "Oh, I do
wish I hadn't said anything, or listened to you!"
"I don't know what I'm going to do.
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