"I've just been shut out of the Home!" she said with almost a sob.
An angry light leaped in the boy's eyes; but he spoke no word, only clinched his teeth.
They went up the walk together, Polly talking fast. Mrs. Dudley met them in the hall, and the story was begun again.
"That woman!" cried the boy; "I'd like to go over and knock her down!"
"David!" chuckled Polly, with an admiring glance at his broad shoulders and athletic frame.
"It is terrible to think of those dear people being in her power!"
"Something must be done." Mrs. Dudley looked troubled.
"If only Mr. Randolph hadn't been sick!" said Polly plaintively. "But Doodles says he is better!" Her face brightened. "Oh, David! did you know Doodles has been singing to him?"
"No. I suppose that cured him." There was a little warning tone in the rich voice.
"It has helped," Polly replied gently. "It makes him forget the pain. Mr. Randolph sends after him every day and has his man take him home again—isn't that nice?"