"To think that you are to live here at Avondale again!" Polly said, when at last the name had been chosen.
"Yes, and to think that there's only one house between yours and mine!" said Rose.
"You'll be happier in this handsome house with your Uncle John, than you ever were when you lived here at Avondale before at the little wee cottage with your Aunt Judith."
"Oh, yes," Rose said quickly, "because now I know that Aunt Judith loves me, but then, I thought she didn't. With Uncle John,—why every moment since I've lived at his house, I've known that he loved me."
A moment she sat thinking, then she spoke again.
"When I lived here at Avondale before, I lived all the time at the cottage, but now I'll live here, with dear Uncle John, and go down to see Aunt Judith, oh, sometimes."
Then she turned to look at her playmate.
"Polly, Dear Polly!" she cried. "You look more like a princess than when we first called you 'Princess Polly.' Now, who ever thinks of calling you Polly Sherwood, your real, truly name?"
"Who cares which they call me, so long as they love me?" cried Polly with a merry laugh.
They were in the garden at the rear of the house, but between trees and shrubbery they could see a bit of the avenue.