“Where’s David?” she asked.
“He has a cold, and isn’t coming,” Polly replied. “He telephoned over just now.”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” lamented Patricia. “I had set my heart on having you and him this afternoon. Cousin Lester and Aunt Florence are coming from Nevada. Mamma heard last night. He is your cousin, too, same as I am. You’ll like him; Lester’s all right! He is just David’s age—it is a shame David can’t come! Won’t your mother let you stay home from school? I’m going to.”
“I don’t know,” said Polly. “Wouldn’t after do?”
“Not enough time,” Patricia declared. “I want you and Lester to get well acquainted; he is the nicest boy you ever saw!”
“Except David.”
Patricia laughed. “I guess you won’t except anybody when you’ve seen Lester. Well, make your mother let school go for once!”
“I’ll ask her,” Polly promised.
“Tease!” urged Patricia. “Tease like everything!”
Polly said nothing; but there were twinkles in her brown eyes.