Betty and Lois looked at Polly. She picked up the rope of her sled and started up the hill.
"Tell her anything you like," she said over her shoulder, "but she won't coast again."
When the three reached Senior Alley, they met Angela. They were full of indignation and would have told her all about it, but Angela had news too. She greeted them excitedly.
"Girls! what do you think, Connie comes to-night. She'll be here on the five-eleven. She 'phoned Mrs. Baird from New York. Did you ever hear anything so thrilling? Just imagine Connie back again!"
"No, just for a visit, she's going back day after to-morrow."
"Jemima! I'm glad," Betty exclaimed. "Won't it be natural to have her around again?"
"We've always missed her," Lois added. "Can't we have something special for her to-night?"
"How about a straw ride?" suggested Betty; "Mrs. Baird would let us—it's Friday."
"Oh, let's, and just ask the old girls who knew her," Angela hurried on—her drawl for once discarded. "We'll get Mrs. Baird to chaperone, if we can."