"I wish I could have had the ride with him," she sighed, as she passed the inviting auto; "but it's a lovely day for a walk," she added. "I shall be there before I know it."
She waved her hand to Miss Lucy and the children, up at the window, who looked astonished to see her walking. Laughing at their surprise, she flourished her sweater and the little bundle containing her nightgown. Then shrubbery hid them from view. As she went by Colonel Gresham's, she wondered how soon David would be living there. Today he was at home, helping his mother, as she had predicted he might be.
A full third of the distance was passed, when, turning a corner, she met a tall woman in a brown skirt and white waist.
"Wh—", she gasped; "Aunt Jane!"
The woman gave a short laugh.
"You did n't expect to see mi; did you? Where you bound for, all rigged out so fine?"
"I'm going to Mrs. Jocelyn's," Polly answered faintly.
"What! That rich Mrs. Jocelyn?"
"I guess so."
"Where does she live?"