“Dudley. My father is Robert Dudley.”
“No, ’twa’n’t that,” was the slow answer.
“Sardis Merrifield?”
“That’s the ticket! I know now where I’d heard it! I remembered that ‘Church in Sardis,’ there in Revelations, you know. Yere, he’s the one. He’s comin’ this noon. Whatever made anybody name a boy Sardis! ’Xpectin’ of him, was you?”
Polly nodded absently. She was looking at the clock and making a quick calculation. Was there time to get down to Overlook before that 11.45 train? She decided she could do it.
Running upstairs, she begged Lilith to get Dolly and herself ready for the ride, while she slipped into a fresh frock and then out to the garage.
She stood gazing at the car in a bewildered way, when Benedicta rushed up with a little wailing cry.
Polly turned, and the woman began to weep into her hands.
“What in the world!—First the car and now you! Am I dreaming or not?”
“Oh, Miss Polly! Miss Polly! I wish it was a dream! Sinners and snobs, I wish it was!”