"Yes," Leonora hurried on, "I'm comin' to it! We never any of us thought of your Aunt Jane, till Colonel Gresham he said had n't you gone to see her. Dr. Dudley told him of course you wouln n't, when you' started for Mrs. Jocelyn's, and the Colonel he said he should try her anyway. So Dr. Dudley jumped right into his auto and raced off to where you aunt used to live. When she was n't there, and the folks did n't know where she'd gone, and her name was n't in the directory at any new place, he did n't know what to do!"
"She's married Mr. Bean," Poly put in, "so she'd Mrs. Bean now."
"Oh, maybe that's why he could n't find her! Well, he come home, and he and Miss Lucy talked and talked, and High Price she talked, too, and—"
"High Price!" Poly broke out.
"Yes, she felt awful about you bein' lost—my! I guess we all did! You don't know! I did n't want to go to bed, and Miss Lucy let me sit up, hoping we'd hear something; but finally I had to, 'cause there was a woman sick, and the Doctor had to stop huntin' for you, and go and 'tend to her, and David went home, for there was n't anybody any more to telephone to. This morning Dr. Dudley he said he was going to find your Aunt Jane if she was in this city, and the next thing we knew David come rushin' in, and sayin' you was safe and sound—the Doctor had telephoned to him. My! How glad we were! I never wanted to dance so much in all my life! Say, why did n't you send word where you was?"
"I could n't." And Polly related something of her unhappy stay in the house on Chestnut Street.
She had not finished when David called up to know if Polly and Leonora could be spared. He was alone in the office, and wanted them.
The lad was eager for Polly's story, and much of it had to be retold. Then he disclosed news of his own.
"We're going to move up to Uncle David's the first of next week. Won't that be jolly? You can come over any time; it is so near."
Leonora beamed her pleasure. Polly pushed back the tears.