Inez Varney, with her new playmate, ran along the avenue. Inez was the only one of Polly's friends who had not been up to see her since her visit to Rose.
Now, in great haste, she clasped the hand of her little friend and ran to where Polly was sitting.
"This is Gwen Harcourt," said Inez, "and Gwen, this is Polly Sherwood, that all the children call 'Princess Polly.'"
"I won't!" said little Miss Harcourt, stoutly.
"You NEEDN'T," said Polly, coolly.
The new little girl was surprised. She had believed that Polly would be very angry. Indeed, she was quite disappointed that Polly seemed not in the least to care.
"Is that your house up there between the trees?" she asked.
"Yes," said Polly, but she did not say: "'Will you come in?'"
That did not trouble Gwen, however. She needed no invitation. She could invite herself, and she did.
"I'm coming over to see you some day," she said.