"Where are the children?" she ventured.
"At school, of course,—where you ought to be. Marcus and 'Melie I left at Mis' Cobbe's. That Marcus is a terror! I shall be thankful when he goes to school. Why did n't they send you this fall? You'll be 'way back in your books."
"Dr. Dudley has made arrangements for me to go to a school near the hospital; it does n't begin till next week."
"Oh, a private school! My, if they ain't puttin' the airs on to you!"
"It's near. That's why—"
"Huh! Well, 't ain't near here. I guess you can git along with the one my kids go to."
Polly did not reply. Experience had taught her to be sparing of words with Aunt Jane. She was still toiling with the heavy crockery, when a rush of feet in the hallway announced that school was out.
The door banged wide.
"Hoh! You've got back, have you?"
"Hullo, Poll!"