“That you, Polly? Oh, say, we are cousins—third cousins! Isn’t that great?”
“Beautiful!” responded Polly.
“We had the longest time finding the book! I was afraid we’d left it in Nevada, and mamma was too; but it was ’way down in the bottom of a trunk. Do say you’re glad, and say it good and strong, so I’ll know you mean it! I couldn’t wait till to-morrow! I hope I haven’t bothered your father.”
Polly’s reply seemed fully to satisfy the other end of the line, and, with a good-night and a promise to be early at school the next morning, she hung up the receiver.
CHAPTER V
A MONOPOLIST AND A FANFARON
On their way to school Polly and David were joined by Patricia; but soon afterwards the lad courteously excused himself, to run across the street to see an acquaintance.
“Nice boy, isn’t he?” observed Patricia.