"Oh, dear, no. It is about some one much nearer than Luella."
They avoided being seen from the front of the house till they were well away, and then they ran down to the rocks and settled themselves out of sight below one of the great ledges.
"Now tell," said Polly, all curiosity.
"You must promise not to breathe a word."
"I promise on my sacred word and honor."
"Well then; it is about Mary."
"Mary! Oh, Molly!"
"Yes, what do you think? She wasn't at the Whartons' at all yesterday afternoon."
Polly looked as astonished as Molly expected, though she said, after a pause: "Well she never said she was."
"She let us think so. She didn't deny it."