“How sweet!”
“Who could have sent them?” Lois asked.
“Mr. Pendleton, perhaps,” Betty suggested.
“No, it’s not Uncle Roddy’s writing,” Polly said; “besides, he sent me a little gold heart, yesterday.”
“Open them, perhaps there’s a card or something inside,”
Angela suggested. This proved to be the case.
Polly opened hers first, and the rest watched eagerly.
“It just says: ‘A friend of a very dear friend of yours,’” she read. “Who can that be? Read yours, Lo.”
“Mine says: ‘In remembrance of a charming evening.’”
“Listen, I know,” Betty exclaimed. “‘From a devoted admirer, once mayor of a certain city.’ Don’t you see, it’s Mr. Whittington, that friend of your uncle’s, Polly.”