Inez giggled. She thought her new friend's pertness very smart.
"You don't say you'll be glad to see me, but I'm coming just the same," said Gwen; "and p'raps I'll come to-morrow, and p'raps it'll be next week, but I'm truly coming."
Polly felt that she had never seen a prettier child, nor could she think of another as rude as Gwen Harcourt.
She was always kind and polite, but what could she say to this rude little girl that would be courteous and at the same time truthful?
"I can't tell her I'll be glad to have her come, for I just KNOW I don't want her. She's very pretty, but, someway, I'm sure I'd be happier without her," thought Polly.
Gwen Harcourt, vexed that Polly Sherwood had not been at all excited at
the thought of receiving a call from her little self, turned toward
Inez. "Come," she said, "let's go out in the sunshine and have a run.
It's awful dull here!"
"I guess we'll be going," said Inez. "Gwen is so very gay that most places seem dull to her. Come!"
She held out her hand, Gwen grasped it, and together they ran down the avenue.
They did not even say "Good-bye," but raced off as if every moment spent with Polly were too dull to be endured.
"I said I shouldn't call her 'Princess Polly' and I shan't," said Gwen, to which Inez replied: