Chapter XVI
A Secret
"You went shopping, I observe," began Dr. Dudley, tentatively.
"Yes," responded Polly, balancing herself on the arm of his chair. "Mrs. Jocelyn bought lots of things for me to give to people. We bade out a list—or she did. She let me choose."
"That was kind."
"Yes," Polly assented, and then studied the rug for a moment.
The Doctor waited.
"We went to a musicale, this forenoon, at Mrs. Trowbridge's," she resumed. "The little boy was there who plays the violin so beautifully. Mrs. Jocelyn got me a new hair ribbon and sash to wear."
"Did you enjoy those better than the music?" twinkled the doctor.
"Oh, no!" The tone was almost reproachful. "One piece the boy played was lovely. I hated to have him stop. I wish I could play as well as he—no, I don't either! I don't want to!" she burst out fiercely.
Dr. Dudley glanced at her quizzically. "You seem to be a young lady of changeable opinions," he smiled.