"Polly, why will you? He didn't say anything about a ride!
Probably it was simply some little business matter."
"But what?"
"I haven't the least idea."
"'T was a ride! I know it just as I knew he sent the roses! I was right about the roses!"
"Rides and roses aren't the same!"
"No, rides are better—more good-timey. Dear, dear! I'd been wishing he would ask you—and now!" Polly sighed. "Anyway, he wanted to talk with you about something!" she chuckled. "But it's so mysterious!"
She said good-bye and then came back.
"I happened to think," she whispered, "why can't you come over to our house and telephone to him? He'll never know where you are."
Miss Sterling shook her head. "It wouldn't do! They'd ask me what
I was going for—and I couldn't tell!"
"Do they always ask that?" scowled Polly.