At the sound, Doctor and Mrs. Farwell both looked up, and the Doctor said:
“Why, Bob, what—?” and then laughed.
Mrs. Farwell took in the situation at a glance, and went over to Polly, who was blushing violently, with outstretched hand.
“I’m sure you must be Polly,” she said. “Lois has written me so much about you, that I know I can’t be mistaken.”
“How do you do, Mrs. Farwell?” Polly answered shyly. “I am Polly. Lois said to come down, that she’d be here.”
“She’s looking for Mrs. Baird,” Mrs. Farwell explained.
“Do let me present my husband to you.”
“So this is Polly?” said the Doctor. “I am delighted to see you, my dear. I used to know Roddy well. You and he were so good to Lois Christmas vacation that I don’t know how to thank you enough.”
“And this is my son, Bob,” Mrs. Farwell continued, without giving Polly a chance to reply.
Bob held out a big hand,