“I don’t believe there’s any use in waiting round here,” began David.
Polly did not reply. Her head was drooping.
The lad drew her gently to his shoulder.
“I guess—I was ’most—asleep,” she said drowsily, and shut her eyes again.
The passers-by glanced curiously at the two on the bench. Soon there were few to look, then none at all.
David leaned his head against the slatted back. It was not an easy pillow, but it gave the needed relief, and he slept.
“David Collins, I b’lieve you’re fast asleep!”
It roused the boy with a start. He gave a little shamefaced laugh.
“I don’t see what made me do it,” he apologized.
“Well, we’d better go home as quick as we can get there,” decided Polly. “What time do you s’pose it is?”