“No! Honest?”
“Yes, honest!” they chorused mischievously.
“There’s something up!” David’s head wagged knowingly. “What is it?”
He looked from Leonora to Polly, and back again.
Then the delightful news could not be kept a minute longer, but bubbled forth from Leonora’s lips, until the three were soon in a torrent of merry talk.
David’s interest fully satisfied the girls, which is saying much for it; but the clock ticked steadily on, regardless of adoptions, new clothes, and ponies. Happily there was a chance look across the room, which hurried Polly and David away to school and sent Leonora up to the convalescent ward to make ready for her drive with Mrs. Jocelyn.