CHAPTER XVII
A SUMMER NIGHT MYSTERY
David Collins was on the piazza with a book when he heard the call. He sprang up and ran to the end towards Lady Gay Cottage.
“Hullo, Pollee! What is it?”
“Can you come over? I’m all alone. Mother’s gone to ride with the Scribners, and father’s up in Forestford at a consultation.”
“I’ll come right now. Say, this is a dandy book! Shall I bring it along?”
By the time the story was finished, David reading it aloud, it was too dusky for another, and the children sat and talked, one in the hammock, the other in the lounging-chair.
Presently Colonel Gresham drove out. David watched him, while Polly indulged in her usual admiration of Lone Star. The carriage was out of sight before the boy turned his eyes from the road where it had vanished.
“I do wonder where he is going,” he sighed.