“Yes.”
“I thought that Mrs. Jocelyn hadn’t any children,” scowled Ilga.
“She has just adopted me,” Leonora explained shyly.
“Oh!”
That was all, accompanied by a little toss of the head. Then Ilga whirled away, calling on her favorite mate to follow.
Leonora’s face grew distressfully red, and her soft eyes suddenly brimmed.
For an instant Polly stood dazed; but quickly she commanded her scattered wits.
“There’s Lilith Brooks! I want you to know her, she is so sweet! Come, Leonora!” She threw her arm around her friend, and drew her away from the embarrassed group.
“You mustn’t mind Ilga!” she whispered. “Nobody does!”