But the scissors were doing their merciful though destructive work, and the little sufferer closed her eyes with a sob of relief.
For several days Polly’s seat at school was vacant; but Patricia did not allow her to get lonely.
“If you had come to see Lester, as I wanted you to,” she insisted, “you wouldn’t have sprained your ankle and had to stay home. Honestly, don’t you wish you had?”
Polly glanced across to her mother with a mysterious smile.
“I am sorry,” she answered, “not to have seen your cousin—”
“And yours!” put in Patricia.
“Yes, ‘and mine,’” Polly laughed. “But father says that blizzard lessons are sometimes better than Latin and geography; so I’m glad I didn’t miss them.”
Patricia looked puzzled.