"It is the time of our lives—the worst time!" snapped Miss Major.
"Well folks can get along some way," said Miss Sterling; "but
Heaven save the sick ones!"
CHAPTER XIII
ALONG A BROOKSIDE ROAD
"Oh, here you are!" cried Polly from the doorway, just beyond Mrs.
Bonnyman.
"Been looking for me?" Miss Sterling smiled,
"Everywhere!" Polly dropped beside her friend. "No, Mrs. Bonnyman, don't get a chair for me! I like this! Besides, I'm not going to stay. It's too lovely outside to be cooped up in the house. Why can't we all go to walk?"
"Oh, that's the ticket!" Miss Crilly jumped up. "I'll have to change my togs first—will you wait for me?"
Polly nodded and smiled, as Miss Crilly skipped off.
"Will you all go?"