"I didn't bring him here. I hope you're not blaming me, Rosalind!"
"No-o; of course I didn't mean that. But how was I to know he wasn't Billy Kellogg?"
"I don't suppose you could tell," admitted Polly. "Is—is he nice?"
"He is the stupidest and most hopeless creature I ever talked to!"
Polly sighed.
"You must go to him and demand an explanation," added Rosalind.
"I? Why, Rosalind, that's impossible! I don't even know the man!"
Rosalind regarded the plump, young person with severity.
"But you have given him the very last word in introductions!" she exclaimed. "You pretended you knew him. Mrs. Witherbee and everybody else have taken him at face value. You passed him without even a challenge. Are you going to allow this stranger to live here and call you Polly? Why—why, it may make you particeps criminis!"
Polly's lower lip quivered.