“No, sir, she isn’t!” answered Grissel eagerly. “She told us she was goin’ to stay a good while.”
Polly smiled.
“Oh!” returned David in a tone that hinted of disappointment.
That was all, save the rustling of paper and the soft whispers of the girls. If only nobody woke up, he need not know that she was there. If she could go upstairs without passing that door!
Presently David spoke again.
“Will you hand that to Miss Dudley when you see her.”
“I’ll carry it now. I guess she’s in her room.”
Polly sat tense—if Esther should come in! It was Esther that had answered. Grissel could not walk.
“No,” David was saying, “wait until you see her. She may be resting.”
Polly flushed guiltily. She felt unworthy of such consideration from David.