"Money," answered Miss Sterling wearily. "It is lucky for the rest of us that we don't have any."
"That same money?" persisted Polly.
"No, dear." Mrs. Albright drew up a chair beside her—"Come sit down, and I'll tell you about it. I've been telling them, and we have got a little wrought up over it, that's all."
"I should think anybody'd get wrought up!" put in Miss Crilly. "I guess it will be the death of poor Miss Twining!"
"No, no, it won't! See how you're scaring Polly!"
The girl glanced beseechingly from one to another.
"What is it? You're keeping something back!"
Mrs. Albright patted the chair invitingly. "Come here! I'm going to tell you every word I know."
"She was so happy yesterday!" mourned Polly.
"She will be again, dear."