"Why, Miss Nita!" Polly's tone was grieved.
"Well, forgive me," came from over the array of threads and silks, "but I do hate to hear you say such things!"
"I was only telling the truth," said Polly plaintively. "I thought you were having a lovely time—you looked as if you were! Doodles spoke of it."
"Yes, I dare say I looked and acted like an old fool!"
"Miss Nita! You couldn't! You looked too sweet for anything, and I guess he thought so—"
"Polly! what did I tell you?" She came back with a half-mended stocking.
"Aren't you ever going to let me speak of Mr. Randolph again? He acted as if he were dead in love with y—"
A hand was clapped over her mouth.
"I won't hear it! I won't! I won't!" Miss Sterling laughed a little uncertainly.
Polly drew a long breath of disappointment. "I never knew you to act like this before," she mused.