“Have ye heerd from Archie?”
“Not a line.”
Polly laughed. “I’ve a notion ye’ll not.”
“And why?” Agnes was a little offended.
“We hear enough,” was Polly’s reply, given with an air of mystery. She put her hand over her mouth to check the laugh that would come, and at the same time she cast an anxious glance at the windows of Mrs. Kennedy’s room.
“Now, Polly, tell me what you mean.”
“Go ’long wid ye; I’ll have me saycrits, too; ye’ve had yours, an’ have no call to expect me to tell ye.”
With this Agnes had to be satisfied. She parted with Polly at the gate where they had been standing, and promised, as soon as she could, that she would certainly come over to see her old friend.
“I’ve said the thing that’ll fetch her,” said Polly, chuckling to herself as she went on toward home.
In truth, Polly had succeeded in arousing the girl’s curiosity, for the first question that she asked Jeanie when the two met was, “Have you heard from Archie lately?”