“I thought you didn’t b’lieve in hurting folks,” he pouted.
“I don’t,” she replied. “But you only laughed when I begged you not to sing that any more.”
“And you’re going to pay me off,” he responded gloomily.
“Yes,” Polly smiled, “that’s just exactly what I’m going to do!”
The lad’s face darkened.
“I shall pay you off,” she went on slowly, “by not telling a single person, and I’ll get Patricia and Leonora not to tell either.”
“Polly Dudley, you’re a dandy girl!” His eyes sparkled.
Polly ran off laughing.
“It’s all right!” she reported gleefully to Leonora and Patricia. “Nobody’ll ever hear that song again! I was sure of it when I saw the word in the dictionary, for Vance Alden is so sensitive about a mistake. It is funny! Ilga—why, she’d never know whether it was good rhyme or metre or anything! But Vance didn’t think of that. Now promise, both of you, that you won’t ever tell!”