"Oh, Doodles says she is lovely!" Polly had recovered her equilibrium.
The latest comer at the June Holiday Home received her visitors with shy courtesy. Miss Crilly and Polly soon relieved her of any embarrassment she may have felt, and talk went on blithely.
Several smiling glances thrown across the room by Polly put Miss Sterling's mind in confusion. They might signify much or nothing, yet she found herself missing what was being said around her in wild conjecture as to their meaning. She wanted to carry Polly upstairs with her. Finally she rose to go, and Polly said good-bye, too, in accordance with Miss Sterling's hope.
They went along the corridor together. Polly squeezing her companion's arm with little chuckles of delight.
"You can't guess what I've got to tell you!" she broke out, as soon as they were at a safe distance from Miss Lily's room.
"Sh!" cautioned the other. Talk above a whisper was forbidden in the halls.
"Oh, I'm always forgetting!" breathed Polly.
Once inside the third-floor room the little woman was seized by a pair of eager arms and whirled round and round.
"He did send them! He did! He did! Now what do you think!"
Miss Sterling went suddenly limp and dropped into a chair.