"I—I couldn't think of anything else to do," she faltered. "Oh, Rosalind, you must help me!"
"It looks as if we must help each other," declared Rosalind. "We simply cannot allow this man to impose upon the Witherbees."
Polly was on the brink of tears. She was thoroughly frightened. Not until Rosalind, in self-defense, had placed the burden upon her did she realize the enormity involved in her recognition of the stranger. It was a mere procrastination, of course, due to bewilderment; but it had served as an authoritative introduction for the impostor.
"Mr. Morton!" exclaimed Polly suddenly.
"Well?"
"But they'll meet—don't you see? And they're supposed to know each other!"
"True," murmured Rosalind. "I'd forgotten that. Well, we've got to face it. Let's go and see what has happened."
Polly shrank back.
"You go," she begged.
"We'll go together," said Rosalind firmly. "We must see it through."