"Ye-s," feebly. Then, "I'm not going."
"Oh! why?"
"Don't want to! Should if it wasn't for that!"
"Good reason," commented Polly, and she waited for a retort, but none came. "I'm afraid David will fuss," she said finally.
"I don't blame him one mite!" Miss Sterling broke out.
"Wh-why, you said—I hadn't done a thing!" Polly was plainly astonished.
"You haven't! But I don't blame David all the same." Miss
Sterling smiled a queer little equivocal smile.
"Well, you two are the hardest mortals to understand!" sighed Polly. "I give it up!" She skipped toward the door. "Be ready at two, to-morrow. Miss Nita!" she called back. "If you're good, I'll let you walk with David."