"But some things are too wonderful ever to finish," Polly objected, looking down at the stars reflected in the pond. "I'm simply broken-hearted at the thought of leaving to-morrow. It's all been so fine. Why, Bobby, what will life away from Seddon Hall be like?"
"Whatever you make it, I suppose," Bob said, wisely. Polly was silent for a time.
"Well," she said at last, "whatever I do, or whatever happens to me, it will never be quite as nice as Seddon Hall."
"What a happy outlook," Bob teased. "Polly, you're indulging in the blues. Stop it!" he commanded.
Polly laughed and gave herself a little shake. "All right! It's the stars, they always make me sad; come on, let's go back and dance."
As they returned they met Betty and Dick. They were hurrying around the corner of the house.
"Whither away?" Polly called, gaily.
"Oh, Poll, the most awful thing has happened!" Betty explained, when they came up to them. "The sherbet didn't come and all the class are tearing their hair; we're out looking for it."
"Better join the expedition," Dick laughed.
"Betty tells me there are no less than seven back doors to this place, and the sherbet may be melting at any one of them."