"I do believe you're growing near-sighted!" declared Polly irrelevantly.
"No, I guess not," she replied calmly. "This button bothered me—it's all right now," as Polly scrutinized the waist.
"I shouldn't think you'd hate to write to Mr. Randolph. I think he's lovely!"
"I presume he is," Miss Sterling said quietly. "I'm not well acquainted with him, you know."
"I'll write it for you," proposed Polly, "if you'd like me to."
The little woman bending over the blouse caught her breath—to think of missing the writing of that thank-you to Nelson Randolph!
"Oh, no, dear! I won't shirk my duty. It wouldn't look quite the thing for you to do it."
"Perhaps it wouldn't," Polly agreed, "though I'd just as lief."