“How long had you and Mrs. Baird been listening at the door, Mr. Pendleton?” inquired Betty as she dropped four lumps of sugar into her cup.
“Long enough to feel sure that you will make a very great actress one of these days,” laughed Uncle Roddy.
“Actress!” she exclaimed, taken by surprise. “Certainly not! I intend to write.”
The secret was out and Betty, who had never intended telling any one her one great wish, was terribly confused.
Uncle Roddy, however, was deeply interested, and he talked books with her for the rest of his visit. He was greatly surprised that any one so young should have read and appreciated so much.
Polly and Lois joined in the conversation every now and then, but contented themselves most of the time with the candy that Uncle Roddy had brought, which, by the way, was five pounds instead of one.
When his time was up, the three girls escorted him to the door.
“I’ve had a splendid time,” he told them. “I’ll surely send you that book,” he added to Betty, and
then turning to Lois he called: “Don’t forget to give my regards to your father.”
After a last kiss and hug for Polly, he closed the front door, and the girls watched him jump into his cab.