CHAPTER XXV
THE STORM
DR. ABBE asked at breakfast, “Miss Dudley, can you spare Miss Brooks and me for the day?”
Lilith looked up, her face full of astonishment.
Involuntarily Polly glanced from one to the other.
“Certainly, Dr. Abbe,” she smiled.
Lilith held her breath, wide-eyed and scarlet of cheek.
“I wanted to be sure,” said the Doctor, “for fear the lady would plead lack of time.”
Then, turning to Lilith, he said, a twinkle of mischief in his brown eyes:—
“Miss Brooks, would you like to go to Skyboro, to see a granduncle and grandaunt of mine? They are pleasant, old-fashioned people, and very hospitable. I think you would like them.”