"You will, too! I'll ask him myself some day!"
"No, no, you mustn't!"
"You'll see!" Polly laughed and said a soft "Good-bye!"
Miss Sterling motioned her back.
"Be sure to come over to-morrow morning and tell me all about it!" she whispered.
Polly returned earlier. She appeared at four o'clock.
"I couldn't wait another minute!" she said. "The two dears are sitting out on the veranda, up in the corner where the vines hide them from the street, and their heads are close together and they are talking earnestly in that queer lingo that nobody else understands! Oh, they are having the loveliest time! They were at our house to luncheon, both of them, and they're going to stay to dinner! He will take the 7.30 train for New York. We've all enjoyed it so much! Father and he just took to each other. You ought to have heard them talk! I believe he knows every book that ever was written! We had such fun! Father and mother never saw Mrs. Adlerfeld very much, and they think she is just charming. They used to go to school together in Sweden. His wife died three years ago, and he has a son and daughter, both married. The daughter lives in Stockholm and the son in Newark. Mr. Von Dalin is librarian in one of the big libraries—oh, I wish you could see him! Dear me, I must run back, for they may want something!"
Without doubt Polly was extraordinarily excited.