“Yes.”
She gazed at him wistfully, her heart in her eyes.
“Your mother will tell you about it,” he said, rising from his chair.
“No, no, Robert!” protested his wife. “Stay and tell her yourself!”
Polly looked from one to the other. Was it something dreadful, this mysterious “business”? They smiled, to be sure, but not at all as if they felt merry.
Dr. Dudley sat down again, and leaned forward, his arms upon his knees.
“Patricia wants you for her sister,” he announced.
“That’s queer!” Polly puckered her forehead. “I don’t see why it isn’t enough for me to be a cousin.”
“But they would like you to come and live with them, and—”