In a moment, however, tears had given way to joy, and Doodles must read to her every word of Mr. Randolph's friendly note as well as the wonderful document that was to admit her to the palatial June Holiday Home.
CHAPTER VII
ROSES—AND THORNS
Polly was in Miss Sterling's room when the box was brought up.
"Flowers!" she squealed as soon as the door had shut upon the matron's stout figure.
"Bosh!" retorted Miss Sterling. "More likely Cousin Sibyl has sent me some of her children's stockings to darn. She does that occasionally. I suppose she thinks—"
"0-o-h!" breathed Polly, for the speaker had disclosed a mass of pink—exquisite roses with long stems and big, cool green leaves.
"Now what do you think?" Polly exulted.
Miss Sterling stood regarding the roses, her face all pink and white, the color fluttering here and there like a shy bird.
"It's a mistake!" she said at last. "They can't be for me."