"Oh, you little bunch of unselfishness!" he cried. "I believe you have n't the least idea that Uncle David's making up with us is all your doing!"
"Why, David Collins, it is n't! I just told him it would make me happy if he would—that's all!"
"Just as I said!" he laughed. "O Polly, Polly! Don't you see— no, no, I'd rather you would n't! Don't try to see!"
"I could n't!" chuckled Polly. "There is n't anything to see!"
"All right! It's grand anyway! Mamma looks so much prettier and younger! Oh, you can't think how happy—"
The telephone cut off his sentence, and he ran across the office.
He listened a moment; then Polly heard him say, "She is right here. If you'll wait, please, I'll ask her."
David turned from the instrument. "It is Mrs. Jocelyn," he explained. "She wants you to come up there to-morrow afternoon, and stay all night and next day. Her cousin's little girl— Dorothy Cannon, I think the name is—will be there, and she wants you too."
"Oh, of course I'll go!" and Polly's eyes shone: "that is, if Miss Lucy or Dr. Dudley don't need me for anything, and I don't suppose they will. Tell her I'll come, unless they do. Oh, and, David,"—for he had taken up the receiver again,—"ask her what time she wants me, please!"
He gave the message, and then turned back to Polly.