Nobody was in the Doctor's office, and Polly lingered by the pile of packages which the footman had deposited on the couch. She was pulling out David's present from under the others, the present that had finally been changed from a fruit knife to a flute, when a voice from the doorway called out:—
"Hul-lo, Pol-lee!"
She turned, to see David's merry face.
"You can't guess what I've got for you!" chuckled the lad.
"You could n't possibly guess what I've got for you!" she retorted gaily.
David's eyes opened wonderingly, falling on the pile of bundles. Then he went back to his own secret.
Putting his hand in his pocket, he drew forth what Polly had feared she should never see again.
"My locket and chain!" she cried.
David grinned happily, and passed over the necklace.
"Where did you get it?" she questioned.