"Now!" announced Colonel Gresham.
Polly turned her head—and held her breath. Then she let it out in one long sigh of rapture.
Before them lay the city, glittering in the afternoon sunshine, while beyond, to the north and east and south, green hills formed a living frame for the picture.
"It is worth coming for," said the Colonel, at last. "There is your home—see?"
"Oh, yes! It looks like a castle in a forest."
And then—when joy was uppermost—Aunt Jane's threat crowded in.
Polly's eyes wandered from the "castle" in the direction of the home she dreaded.
Colonel Gresham noted the sudden shadow on the bright face, and took up the reins.
On the way back they stopped at a confectioner's, and the Colonel brought out a package and laid it on Polly's lap. "There is something to remember the drive by," he said.
"Oh, thank you!" she beamed. "But I don't need anything more to make me remember it," she added. "It has been beautiful—right straight through!—Except Aunt Jane!" she put in honestly, under her breath, and again her face was shadowed.