“Well, sometimes he gets back by eight, if there are no new cases; if there are, he has to stay. But you can come and see mother and me, can’t you? We’d love to have you!”
“I don’t know. Perhaps. Only mamma wants to see your father on some very special business.” Patricia giggled.
“You act as if it were funny,” observed Polly.
“It will be if it comes to pass—lovely, too! Oh, don’t I wish it would!”
“Is it a secret?” asked Polly, her curiosity aroused.
“Yes, a great secret! I promised mamma, fair and square, that I wouldn’t tell you; but I want to awfully!”
“I guess we’d better not talk about it, then, because you might let it out.”
“Oh, you darling!” cried Patricia, squeezing Polly’s arm. “I do wish I could tell you right now! Aren’t you aching to know?”
“Why, you make me want to,” laughed Polly; “but if it is your mother’s private business, of course—”