“What is it, Lilith?” Polly said hurriedly. She flung the door wide.
“I thought there was nobody there,” she apologized. “I was afraid you were waiting. The children are all ready.”
“I was asking Mr. Merrifield to go with us, and just found out that he could drive,” explained Polly, somewhat lamely, as the girls went upstairs together.
“Say, Miss Polly,” called Benedicta.
Polly came to the head of the flight.
“Do you mind if I drive the chariot down? I was dyin’ to get my hands on that wheel, and I’ve been holdin’ ’em on it for the longest time, waitin’ for you folks. It did feel amazin’ly rapturous.”
“Why, certainly you can drive,” Polly assured her.
“Just as lief as not?” was the anxious inquiry.
“Surely, Benedicta, and I’ll be down directly.”
“How lovely you look!” beamed Lilith innocently. “Your eyes are even brighter than they were last night. I wish David Collins had got engaged a year ago if it is going to make you look this way.”