“But where?” Lois demanded.
“At my old home,” Polly explained. “Just to think I’ll see my precious dogs again!”
They parted hours later, after a very happy
drive spent in discussing plans for the summer. It was parting, of course, but as Lois reminded every one delightedly: “It was only until next week.”
That night Uncle Roddy noticed that Polly was looking very thoughtful as she sat on the arm of his chair.
“What’s the matter, Tiddle-dy-winks?” he inquired, pulling her down on his knee and patting her shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking,” replied Polly slowly, “how sorry I am it’s all over. It’s been the happiest year of my life.”
“But that’s only so far,” laughed Uncle Roddy. “You’ve still a number of years to come, I hope.”
“But can they ever be as happy as this one?” Polly asked.
“If I have anything to say about it, each year will be happier than the last, dear child, and now, good night.” And Uncle Roddy gave her a hearty kiss.