"Then what do you want to read it for?" pursued Florence, determined to come to an understanding.
"Oh, it sounds sort of good, you know," said Polly vaguely; "just as if we ought to like it. 'Most everybody does read it, and I didn't know but, if we kept at it long enough, it might teach us a little something."
"Who wants to be taught? And besides, I'd rather have something a little fresher than this," said Jean, making no secret of her heresy.
"Polly! Polly!" called a voice from below.
Polly sprang up from the floor, where she had seated herself.
"That's mamma; what can she want?" she exclaimed, running to the window and putting her head out.
Down in the street sat Mrs. Adams in their low, two-seated carriage, while Job stood nodding sleepily in the sun, as he waited for the signal to proceed.
"Don't you girls want to go for a little drive?" she called, as her daughter's head came in sight.
In an instant three other heads appeared, and she was saluted with three voices,—
"How lovely!"