“I make no promises in the dark,” she laughed.
“I should think you might do one little favor for me,” he complained.
“David, I am ready to do little things for you, or big things; but I cannot say positively that I will do this special thing without knowing what it is.”
“Well, then—will you, for my sake, stay away from that foolish party?”
A sudden flame in the girl’s eyes made David flinch.
“So that is why you came down from Camp Converse,” she said—“that!” Her low voice was tense with scorn. “You have shown me plainly—just—what—you are!”
With her first words she had sprung to her feet, and now she darted to the doorway.
“Polly! Wait! Wait!” cried David, putting out a hand.
But she eluded him and was on the stairs before he could reach her.
“Polly! Polly!” he called.