Polly explained.
“Oh, that’s it! She lives clear the other side o’ the town, and I couldn’t understand.”
For a moment the only sound was that of a lone insect. Then Polly said, “Nice little girl she seems to be.”
“M-h’m,” assented Benedicta.
“Do you know anything about this sister that has never walked?” questioned Polly.
“Not much more ’n you do.”
“Oscarlucy seems willing to do anything for Rosalind.”
“Such a name for a kid!” sniffed Benedicta.
“Rosalind?”
“M-m. I s’pose it’s well enough if you like such a hifaluting. It’s her grandmother’s doin’s—she’s the queerest! Why, Miss Polly, she’s a regular heathen!”