York and brought them up in his car. They were all standing in the reception-room talking to Mrs. Baird, as Polly and Lois came down the stairs.
“Why, there’s your uncle, Polly, and he’s with mother and dad,” exclaimed Lois, catching sight of the three in the doorway.
They were soon exchanging greetings, and Polly had time to wonder why Bob hadn’t come.
“We simply must leave you,” Lois said, after they had talked for a few minutes. “We are awfully busy. You know, we are to carry the ribbons for the Seniors, and we have to be in church ahead of the rest.”
“We’ll meet you right after the service,” called Polly, as they both disappeared down the corridor.
“Well, that was short and sweet,” laughed Uncle Roddy, looking after them. “They’re not overgenerous with their society, are they?”
“What a darling Polly is!” Mrs. Farwell returned. “And you say she has no other relatives besides you.”
“Not one. Isn’t that a dreadful responsibility for a bachelor?” Uncle Roddy replied.
“Perhaps I can help you,” Mrs. Farwell said. “I would love to have her with Lois as much as possible.”
The bell for the guests to go to church interrupted their conversation, and they went outside to find the motor.