“Perfectly sure—from the first.” It was the other’s face that pinked this time.
“And you made me believe you didn’t care a rap about him, in fact, hated him!” chided Polly.
Mrs. Randolph laughed softly. “I had no idea that he would ever care for me.”
“I thought he did until we heard that story about Blanche Puddicombe. I am sorry for the man she married.”
The elder woman shook her head with a bit of a sigh. “I wonder if she liked Nelson.”
“He didn’t like her,” smiled Polly, “and she had no business to care for him. Probably she didn’t. Oh, how delighted I was that night you told me that you were engaged to him!”
“When I ran a race with Miss Sniffen,” added Mrs. Randolph.
Polly laughed at the remembrance. “If I could have seen it! You had a good time from then on, didn’t you?”
“Nelson would make anybody have a good time,” praised his wife. Her face grew grave. “David is a very attractive young man,” she said.
“Yes, he does seem so now,” agreed Polly. “He wasn’t last June.”