CHAPTER XI
UNCLE MAURICE AT LADY GAY COTTAGE
“
You can’t live in Lady Gay Cottage much longer!”
This exulting announcement greeted Polly as she entered the schoolroom.
She looked at Ilga Barron with puzzled eyes.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Just what I say,” answered Ilga. “She can’t; can she, Gustave?”
The boy at her side Polly had never spoken with, but now she turned to him inquiringly. He had been in school only two days, having but recently returned with his parents from a long stay abroad.