"You wouldn't!" flashed David.
"No," maintained Polly; "but I shan't have a chance," she chuckled.
Her mother heard the Doctor calling and went to him.
"You ought to go in there and hear those children 'talking about marriage," she whispered; "it is better than a circus!"
The Doctor looked through to where they sat, and smiled.
Meantime the talk in the living-room had taken a personal turn.
"I suppose you'd marry any of the fellows." David was grumbling.
"I should prefer to choose," laughed Polly. "Oh, David! it is funny to hear you go off!"
She dimpled over it.
"'Funny'!" he scorned. "That Wilmerding dude will be walking down to school with you, same as last year! Carrying your books, too!" David frowned. "And you'll let him!"