“No. He is not,” admitted Polly.
“Then, you go home. That is the best place for you, anyway. But before you go you shall make such purchases as you may need—”
Polly drew away from her along the seat, and her gray eyes grew brighter. “Oh, Miss Mallory!” she murmured. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” demanded Wyn.
“Don’t spoil it all.”
“Spoil what-all?” cried Wyn, in exasperation. “I’m not going to spoil anything. But you listen to me. This is sense.”
“I–I couldn’t take charity from you–a stranger.”
“I offer to lend you twenty dollars. You can pay it back when you choose.”
“Twenty dollars! You lend me twenty dollars?”
“Yes. I have quite some spending money given to me, and I have been saving nearly all of it for some time. So I can easily spare it.”