"Well, you don't HAVE to, and I guess she didn't care much."
Polly, looking after them, spoke softly to herself.
"What pretty eyes she had, and her hair was fine, too." Then, after a moment's hesitation, she spoke again.
"She was lovely to look at, but she wasn't very polite.
"She said she was coming over here some day, but I do hope that she won't hurry about it. I'm sure I don't need her as much as Inez does. I don't mind how long it is before I see Gwen Harcourt!"
Gwen Harcourt had a most unlovely disposition and no one could guess what she at any time might do. If Princess Polly had urged her to come very soon to Sherwood Hall she would have waited a week at least before appearing there.
As she had received no urging, she decided to go on the following day.
Very early the next morning Polly sat in a big chair in the library, reading her favorite fairy book. A slight sound caused her to look up from the page.
"Why, there she is!" she whispered.
There, indeed, was Gwen Harcourt, perched upon the fence that enclosed the piazza. She was looking straight in at the window, her bold little eyes noting every object in the room.