"Why, no, I guess not," was the slow answer, "except mother. I think I said to mother that probably he was the one."
Miss Sterling shook her head with a tiny scowl. "Your mother must think me an intensely silly woman," she sighed.
"Oh, I didn't say you thought so!" Polly hastened to explain. "I only said I did."
"Please don't even suggest it again," she laughed. "I wish the mystery could be cleared up."
The sender's name was discovered earlier than they had thought possible.
Two days afterwards, Polly rushed in, her face alight, her eyes shining. "Oh, Miss Nita!" she began, and then stopped, suddenly realizing that Mrs. Winslow Teed and Miss Crilly were in the room.
"I didn't know—I thought maybe—you'd go with me to call on Miss Lily—Doodles said—Doodles is in a hurry for me to go," she ended lamely.
Juanita Sterling, amused at the sudden transition, had caught a flash of triumph in Polly's eye and wondered with a fluttering heart what she had come to announce.
"Why can't we go, too?" cried Miss Crilly.
"Miss Lily looks like a refined, cultured person," remarked Mrs.
Winslow Teed.