"I talked him out of it in a hurry, and I guess he sees it as I do.
He's the dearest boy—and the foolishest!"
"Yes, David is a dear boy, the most agreeable of his age I ever knew! He is so thoughtful and winsome."
"That would please David mightily. I shall have to tell him. He hasn't much self-esteem—it will do him good. I wonder why he likes me better than other girls," mused Polly. "There's Patricia—ever so much prettier than I am, and Leonora—right in the house—sweet as can be and delighted with his least attention. But no, he likes me best—I—don't—see—why!" She slowly nodded out the words.
Juanita Sterling laughed softly. "Love goes where it is sent, you know. As for me, I don't wonder at all!"
"Oh, well, you are partial!" said Polly with a little blush. "But
I can't understand it with him."
"For the same reason that you prefer him to the other boys. I'm glad you have made up."
"I am! I hate fusses! Dear me! I must go back and telephone."
She ran over again shortly before the appointed time.
"David and I are going, after all!" she cried. "At the last minute Mrs. Illingworth had to change her plans for the afternoon, so we can have her other car. Isn't that fine! Will you sit with us? I told David what you said, and he is ready to eat you up!"
The former Mrs. Dick welcomed her friends with cordial hands and tongue.