“Thank you,” replied Polly. “I am glad he is all right; now I can be happy with a clear conscience.”
The horn was honking as they went out. “Hurry up!” called Benedicta. “We shan’t arrive till noon.”
“Miss Polly is going to walk down with me,” Sardis Merrifield answered.
“Teeters and tongs!” she replied, “you’ll be totally exhausted by the time you reach the foot.”
“Oh, no,” laughed Polly, “one couldn’t be tired. Look over there—fringes of purple and gold as far as you can see! It is a royal road to Overlook to-day.”
“Teeters and tongs!” floated out to them as the doors clicked together. “’Course it’s a ‘royal road’ ... but ’tain’t the goldenrod and asters!... God bless ’em!”
THE END
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