"Shall we walk or fly?" The tone was not encouraging.
"Ride," answered Polly promptly.
"Perhaps you can't get the cars."
"Perhaps I can!" was the retort. "You don't want to go—that's what!"
"I am not hankering for it," smiled Miss Sterling dubiously.
"It will do you good," Polly decided. "The more you get out of this atmosphere, the better. I'll run home and do some telephoning! Will you ask the others, Miss Nita? Or wait! We don't know yet how many can go."
Polly was off in a whirl, and for the next half-hour bells rang, wires snapped and buzzed, feet flew, and tongues were busy. Then Polly returned to say that they could have three cars which would seat fourteen besides the drivers.
Miss Crilly was there and heard the news with delight.
"I'll run round and ask 'em! Shall I?"
"Yes, please," answered Polly. "Take as many of the ladies as would like to go. We children can stay at home if there isn't room.