The most of these decided that he was good to look at—tall and straight and muscular, with deep blue eyes like Dolly’s, but with hair that was almost black.
“What made you wait till to-day?” piped up Dolly. “Why didn’t you come yesterday? Did you hear the story about the ten little girls? Have you just come, or have you ’most just?”
“I shall have to confess to hearing nearly all of the ‘Ten Little Girls,’” he answered, throwing an apologetic smile in Polly’s direction. “I didn’t want to interrupt the story. When I could find nobody at the house, voices led me this way.”
“Don’t you think the ten-little-girls story is just lovely?” Dolly continued.
“And wasn’t it foolish for them to be afraid of the sheep?”
“It was quite natural,” he replied. “I think I feel very much as they did.”
“Afraid!” she cried. “Why, Sardis, there aren’t any sheep here!”
Of course, then all the grown-ups laughed.
“There are a good many little girls,” he smiled into Dolly’s astonished eyes.