"You needn't go up, the rail will be sufficient."
But Polly would not relinquish her charge until she saw her safe in her room.
"How came you to be riding with the president of the Home?" Miss
Sniffen looked down sternly on Polly.
"Oh! did you see us come? Wasn't it lucky—nice that Mr. Randolph had his car? And wasn't he good to bring us?"
"Was the meeting by arrangement?" questioned Miss Sniffen severely.
"Oh, no! I was so surprised! We all were! He happened to go over there to see about some trees, and so stayed to luncheon. We had a lovely time! Wasn't it queer it happened to be his land?"
Miss Sniffen's thin lips drew themselves into a sarcastic line.
"'Happened!' There seems to have been a number of happenings."
"I know it," Polly agreed demurely, looking at her watch to make sure of the time. "We came in about five minutes ago, Miss Sniffen. It was twenty minutes of six just before we got here."
"What time did you leave the picnic grounds?"