"You're a great deal better, aren't you, Miss Nita?" Polly was saying.
Miss Sterling gave a smiling nod across the bed. She and Polly were putting on the covers.
"I think you've been growing stronger since the picnic. Maybe it was the outdoors. Father says there's nothing like it for nerves. I wish we could have another, now your ankle is all well; but it is too late for to-day. Why can't we go to walk, you and Mrs. Adlerfeld and Mrs. Albright and I? I know a lovely road out Brookside Avenue way."
"Well," agreed Miss Sterling, "if it isn't too far. I feel equal to a good deal this morning."
"Oh, that's jolly! We needn't go any farther than we choose, you know. I'll bring a lunch, so it will seem like a little picnic—things taste so much better out of doors. Isn't it lovely that you are stronger! Did you tell Mr. Randolph that you're better?"
"Why, no, dear, of course not! It was just a note of thanks."
"What if it was! You could have said that! He'll want to know!"
"I think he'll be able to survive the omission." Miss Sterling patted the pillow into shape and smiled over it.
"Oh, I saw him yesterday!" Polly broke out. "I forgot to tell you!"
The other waited, an expectant smile fluttering about her pretty lips.