“I think perhaps you’re right. I’ll go and talk to her,” Louise replied. “Be good, dear, and don’t worry. I know it’s a terrible disappointment.” And she leaned over and kissed Polly’s hot cheek.
“All right, I’ll try. If you see Lois will you ask her to come up and talk to me? I’ll go crazy if I have to stay here alone.”
But it was not until some hours later that Lois appeared. Miss King thought solitude the best thing for Polly’s feverish condition.
“You are a nice one,” grumbled Polly when Lois entered the room. “I thought you were never coming near me again.”
“Come near you! Why, I’ve been sitting outside Miss King’s door all afternoon, waiting for permission to see you. Poor darling! How’s the ankle? Awfully painful?” explained Lois.
“Do you mean to tell me Miss King wouldn’t let you in before now?” demanded Polly.
“Yes; she said you were very feverish and she wanted you to rest; and for goodness’ sake don’t excite yourself or I’ll have to leave; you must be kept quiet.”
“And here I’ve been thinking you a cold-hearted wretch all afternoon. Just wait till I see Miss King!”
“What are you going to do to her?” asked that lady herself, poking her white-capped head around the corner of the door.
“Oh, there you are, eh?” laughed Polly. “Why wouldn’t you let Lois come in before?”