He turned instantly. “At what?”
“Anything—nothing,” she answered lightly. “You seemed to be weighing some heavy matter.”
“No, I was only—” He halted, then went on without completing his sentence. “I am going away to-morrow,” he announced.
Polly’s smile vanished in surprise.
“Where?” she asked with her usual eagerness. “Spitzbergen or the South Pole?”
David did not appear to notice her pleasantry.
“To the Adirondacks,” he said simply.
“Oh!” Polly exclaimed. “Were you just making up your mind?”
David reddened. “N-no,” he denied; “but Converse invited me only a day or two ago, and I didn’t decide at once.”
“Going with Child Converse?” queried Polly’s lips, while her thoughts ran along, “Why didn’t he tell me sooner? We were together all yesterday morning and this afternoon—never a word until now!”