"Oh, yes, next to a sheep pasture! That will be just the place!
I'll tell Doodles!"
But before the wood was reached, the party came upon a car by the side of the road. Juanita Sterling had recognized it and longed to run away.
"Why, it's Mr. Randolph!" discovered Miss Mullaly.
"Yes, he has tire trouble, I see."
The president of the Home was already talking with those ahead.
Polly came back.
"Mr. Randolph and Miss Puddicombe," she whispered. "He is introducing her to the ladies."
Miss Sterling nodded and shrank away.
"I don't want to meet her," she objected. "I wonder if they'd notice if we should cut across this lot."
"Oh, don't! I'm afraid they would."