In the gardens the early blossoms made soft color that told how soon the summer would appear.
Princess Polly sat waiting for Rose, and Sprite.
The soft breeze stirred the leaves, making them rustle as if they were whispering to each other the great news that summer would soon reach Avondale.
Polly turned to look toward the avenue. They were not in sight.
"I might walk over to call for them," she thought.
Then she remembered that she had promised to wait at a spot where they had often met, and from which they were now to set out for a walk.
"Why don't they come?" she said aloud.
A long time she sat waiting for her playmates to appear. At last a shout made her turn.
"Did you think we were never coming?" cried Rose.
"Oh, she must have thought just that," said Sprite, "so tell her what it was that kept us."