"I'm afraid it wouldn't be best," she said finally with a deep breath. "He might—"
"Oh, bother!" Polly broke in; "I was so sure that was a brilliant thought of mine! And now you turn it down just like any common idea!"
"My dear child, it isn't that the idea is not brilliant, but it seems to me it would be—would be—just a little out of place!"
"It wouldn't be—a single bit!" insisted Polly. "Isn't he the president of the Home?"
"Yes; but he isn't in this, and wouldn't it look as if we were ignoring Miss Sniffen?"
"Maybe it would," assented Polly submissively. "I hadn't thought of that."
"You have said nothing to Miss Lily about it?"
"Oh, no!" Polly replied. "We've only talked it over at home and with the Greshams."
"I suppose I'll have to parley with the Powers," smiled Miss
Sterling ruefully.
"I don't want to!" Polly frowned. She thought a moment, tapping her teeth with her thumb. "Oh, I know!" she burst out joyously. "You can't object to this! Colonel Gresham's the one to do it—because he's going, too. He'll drive his big car. I thought it wouldn't do to have father, for she'd think I got him to do it. But Colonel Gresham would win anybody if he tried."