CHAPTER XXI
TWO OF THEM
Polly came early the next morning to talk over things.
"You got all tired out, didn't you?" she exclaimed, meeting the wearied eyes.
"Oh, no!" denied Miss Sterling. "I didn't sleep quite as well as usual, but I'm all right."
"I'm glad it is only that. You look almost sick," Polly scanned the pale face a little doubtfully. "I'm worried about David—he acted so queer last night."
"What's the trouble? They were talking of it coming home."
"About David?—or me?"
"Miss Castlevaine spoke of David's being with Patricia, and was wondering if you had quarreled—that's all."
"No, there hasn't been a word!" cried Polly disgustedly. "But I suppose he is jealous of Doodles—such a silly! He's a lovely boy, if he weren't always getting jealous of everybody. He wants me to stay right with him every minute and not speak to anybody else!"