Mrs. Puddicombe's broad face reddened under her amazing labyrinth of screwlike curls.
"These charity people," she resumed irrelevantly, "never know when they're well off. Why, this Home is the very gate of heaven! Just look at that new rug in the library—it cost three hundred dollars! But who appreciates it?"
"Well, I should rather walk over a thirty-cent rug than every time I turned round have to have a rule to turn by!" Polly tossed out the words impetuously.
"You're a saucy girl!" returned Mrs. Puddicombe. "You'd better go home and tell your father to teach you good manners." The president rapped for order.
"I beg your pardon, if I was saucy," Polly hastened to say. "I didn't mean to be. I was only thinking—"
"That will do," interrupted Mrs. Beers. "There has been too much time given to a very trivial matter."
Polly walked away from the June Holiday Home in the company of uneasy thoughts. She feared she had made matters worse for her dear Miss Nita.
CHAPTER IV
A JUNE HOLIDAY
The wedding night brought no recall of the negative answer which Miss Sniffen had given to Juanita Sterling, although the little woman hoped until the last moment for some sign of relenting.