"I think we'll do it, then I can get re-acquainted with you."
Polly chuckled. "As if you didn't know me clear through, from head-top to toe-tip!"
"I feel quite like a stranger lately. I come in here and ask,
'Where's Polly?' and your mother says, 'She is over at the Home,'
or, 'She's gone to walk with Miss Sterling.' When I see Miss
Sterling I shall tell her what I think of it."
"You might tell me," suggested Polly demurely, "and then I can repeat it to Miss Nita."
"I prefer to say my say to her," the Doctor replied with no hint of a smile. "You might not say it strong enough."
A wee chuckle escaped Polly. "What are you going to tell her?" she coaxed.
"That she can't have my girl so much without paying for her."
"Oh," laughed Polly. "Miss Nita doesn't have any money."
"It would be of no use in this case. Do you suppose you can be paid for in money?"
"Oh, you dearest, funniest man! I wish you could see Miss Nita more—you wouldn't wonder I like to go there. She is so lovable."