"All right, let's take a walk. I wish I knew how to snowshoe," Polly said as she sank to her knees in a drift.
"When's that friend of yours coming?" Betty inquired, as they started off towards the pond.
"Who, Maud? I don't know, sometime soon. We've got to be good to her, Bet. She's really all right in some ways."
"I remember her only that first summer," Betty said thoughtfully. "She didn't make much of an impression then."
"Did you ever see her ride?" Polly demanded. "We used to go out in the back pasture and try and tame a couple of colts we had. Maud was a wonder. Perhaps Mrs. Baird knows when she's coming."
"Let's go ask her." Betty turned back toward the school. "My feet are soaked anyway."
Mrs. Baird was standing on the Senior porch when they came up the drive. She called to them.
"Did Jane find you?" she asked, as they reached the steps. "I sent her to look for you."
Polly laughed. "Why no," she said surprised. "We were just coming to find you."
"What about?" Mrs. Baird put an arm around each girl. "Come inside, first," she said, shivering, for she was without hat or coat.