“They can’t get here until three thirty,” she announced. “So there’s loads of time.”
Polly had almost completed her dressing.
“What are you going to do with them?” she asked, giving a vigorous, last brush to her wavy hair and straightening her bows.
“They’ve seen the grounds, haven’t they?”
“Bob never has,” Lois answered. Then, after a minute of thoughtful silence:
“Polly, what are we going to do with them? Mother and Father are all right but Bob’s sure to do something awful, he’s such a tease.”
“Oh, don’t worry about him,” laughed Polly; “if the worst comes to the worst, you can take him out of bounds.”
In spite of this suggestion, Lois’ brows remained puckered and her expression worried. She was not thinking so much about how to amuse Bob. She was wondering how, now that these two were at last to meet, they would like each other. Suppose they didn’t like each other at all! Dreadful thought; Polly might think Bob too grown up and quiet, and Bob might think her “a
silly girl.” Lois looked forlorn when she contemplated such an outcome to this meeting.
She still wore a puzzled expression as she waited on the steps a little later, watching for the first sign of the Station Carriage. At three o’clock it came in sight around the first bend of the road. When it reached the porte-cochère, her father was the first to get out and he almost smothered Lois in his big hug.