The black eyes widened. The child drew a step nearer, then stopped with a dazed expression. She must have been mistaken!
“Will you come?” Polly held out her hand.
Nothing further was needed. In a short moment the little one was wedged between Polly and Evan, her face radiant with pleasure.
Wonder-eyed youngsters popped out from everywhere and closed in about the car.
The driver waved them off, there was a bur-r-r-r-r, and the automobile disappeared around the next corner.
“It’s ezac’ly like flyin’, ain’t it?” piped a rapturous voice at Polly’s elbow.
“Do you like it?” smiled Polly.
The child looked up with an ecstatic wag of the head.
“Oh!” she burst out, leaning forward and waving her hand excitedly, “there’s Dolly Merrifield! An’ she saw me a-ridin’! She waved to me! Did you see her?”
“Yes,” smiled Polly, having glimpsed at the window of a small gray house a tiny waving hand and a little white face in a halo of fluttering yellow curls.