“Two? That sounds interesting. Can’t you sit down here and tell me about it?”
“If I wouldn’t be late to school,” she hesitated. “I don’t know what time it is.”
He pulled a watch from his pocket, and held it up for her view.
“Oh, I’ve twenty-seven minutes! I can stay a little while.”
She took the chair beside him, and recounted the story of the intermediate entertainment, intuitively omitting the part which Ilga played. That it was appreciated by her listener Polly could not doubt.
“You must come and see me again,” he invited, as she rose to go. “I think you may do me more good than the Doctor.”
“Oh, no!” she objected softly; “I couldn’t do anything better than father! He cures everybody.”
The young man smiled doubtfully.
“May I ask who ‘father’ is? Not Dr. Dudley?”