“Well!” His tall figure filled the doorway. “Where is your mother?”
“I—don’t know,” Polly faltered. “She’s gone out—the door was locked—maybe with Miss Curtis. Miss Curtis was here to dinner.”
“Was she!” And then, “I am going down to Linwood, and I thought you folks would like the ride. We shall have to go alone, shan’t we?”
Polly did not look up,—perhaps could not would be nearer the truth; but she rose instantly.
The Doctor took a step forward, and tilted her chin upon his finger.
In spite of her efforts to smile, her lip quivered.
“You and David been having a quarrel?” he asked whimsically.
“Oh, no, we never do!”
“Perhaps you missed a word in spelling?”