"I don't forget, and it's awful. You felt better the day after the wedding."
"Ye-s, but—"
"We're going! It's decided!" Polly jumped up. "Say quick who we'll invite, and then I'll run down and beg permission to go on a picnic—unless you'd rather."
"Mercy—no! I guess that's one reason why I haven't been away; I haven't had life enough to want to unwind red tape."
"I shall love it," laughed Polly. "Shall we ask Mrs. Albright?
She's nice."
"Yes, and how would you like Mrs. Adlerfeld? I think she's pretty lonely."
"First-rate! She is sweet, and she talks the dearest way. Hurry up now, and get ready! I'll be back in no time with the passports."
"Why, I don't know," Miss Sniffen hesitated, "How far is it, do you say?"
"We take the trolley out to Grafton Street," Polly explained slowly, "and then we go 'cross lots just a little way to the dearest grove and a lovely little brook that tumbles over the stones—oh, it's beautiful! Can't you go with us, Miss Sniffen?" cried Polly in a burst of generosity, shivering the next minute for fear her invitation would be accepted!
"No, thank you," actually smiled the superintendent; "my business doesn't include picnics, and I doubt whether it would be wise for Miss Sterling to go so far away from the Home. It might cause trouble—and unnecessary expense; the others may go if they wish."