“I like that, after I’ve carried it all the way here. I’ve a good mind to feed it to the horse,” Bob threatened.
“Hadn’t you better take us to the reception-room, dear?” Mrs. Farwell reminded. “We want to say how do you do to Mrs. Baird.”
Lois led, dancing every step of the way. At the door of the room she pointed to a cozy group of chairs in the corner. “You wait here,” she said, “and I’ll go tell her; she’s always in her office at this time.”
“Thank you, dear, and oh, can’t we meet Polly?” asked her mother and Dr. Farwell added:
“Yes, of course we must meet Roddy’s niece.”
Lois called back, “I’ll get her first, I have Mrs. Baird’s permission.” And disappeared down the corridor. On reaching Freshman Lane she knocked at Polly’s door.
“Polly, they’re here, hurry up.”
“Wait a minute, I’m changing my shoes,” Polly answered.
But she did not add, for the fourth time:
“Whatever for?”