Mrs. Randolph and Miss Crilly and Lilith demurred when Polly asked them to accompany David and herself to Overlook.
“He did not invite us,” they said.
“I am inviting you,” returned Polly, and she would take only their acceptance.
David looked crestfallen, so Miss Crilly affirmed, when he saw the bevy of ladies ready to go down to Overlook. But he accepted his fate gracefully, and the ride turned out to be pleasant to at least three of the passengers.
At the Overlook station David caught a brief chance to say a word to Polly.
“Why didn’t you meet me last evening, or at least answer my note?” he demanded quietly.
She looked up in innocent surprise.
“I haven’t received any note from you,” she answered, her face scarlet at once.
“Didn’t that little girl who was playing with Grissel on the veranda yesterday afternoon hand you the note I gave her for you?”
“No,” she reiterated. “She gave me nothing.”