Lois bounded up the stairs, two steps at a time, waving a yellow telegram in the air and shrieking: “Polly!” at the top of her lungs. Not finding her friend in the corridor, she started for the gym, and discovered her there vigorously bouncing the basket-ball.
“Polly, come here quick,” she cried; “I’ve just had a wire from Dad saying he, mother and Bob are coming up here this afternoon.”
Polly tucked the ball under one arm and put the other on Lois’ shoulder.
“Are they really?” she asked delightedly. “What time?”
“The wire doesn’t tell, just says, this afternoon. They may be here any minute.” Then rubbing her cheek against Polly’s she added, coaxingly:
“You’ll help me entertain them won’t you, Poll, and stay with us all the time they’re here? Promise.”
Polly made a wild attempt to throw the ball in the basket, half way across the room as she answered:
“Of course I will, what do you want me to do?”
“Hurry and get out of your suit first,” said Lois. “I’m going to ask Mrs. Baird about the trains.”
Polly hurried to her room to change, and was just tying her sailor tie, when Lois knocked at the door.