“M-h’m,” replied Leonora indifferently, glancing that way.
“You haven’t taken her to ride yet, have you?” Polly went on.
“No, and I’m not going to,” was the decided answer.
“Why, you’ll have to ask her sometime, shan’t you?” insisted Polly. “Say, Leonora, drive slow a minute!”
“What do you want?” began the other, a bit of impatience in her tone.
“I just happened to think,”—the words were tumbling out fast,—“I’ve had ever so many rides, and Patricia and Lilith and Gladys have, and Ilga will feel it if she is skipped. Mayn’t I run over and ask her to take my place for this once? I can go any time, you know! Do you mind?” for Leonora’s face showed disapproval.
“Oh, dear! I don’t want her!” fretted the little driver. “I wish she hadn’t been out there. I wish we’d gone some other way. Yes, go ahead, if you want to!” she yielded, seeing Polly’s wistful eyes. “I’ll try to be good to her.”
The carriage stopped in front of the big granite house, and the exchange was soon made. Ilga was only too ready for a drive behind the ponies which were the envy of every girl who saw them.
Polly waved them a gay good-bye, and turned towards home.
“I believe I’ll go up to Patricia’s,” she said to herself. “Mother won’t expect me back for an hour or two, and Patricia wanted me to see her new dresses. It’ll be a good time.”