“No, no! Don’t tell her that!” cried Polly. “I can’t say positively until I have seen father and one of the nurses. I’ll let you know.”
And with that he had to be content.
CHAPTER X
THE TOP OF THE WORLD
“POLLY DUDLEY! Why didn’t you stay?”
Polly stood before her mother in her trim gray suit, her eyes shining with an unusual brightness, her whole being indicative of imprisoned emotion.
“I couldn’t, mother! I couldn’t! I had to come home to talk it over with you and father!” Polly was hurriedly pulling off her gloves, her joyous heedlessness reaching even to her finger-tips.
Mrs. Dudley had grown suddenly limp.
“Has David—” she began.
“No, no; it isn’t anything about David.” Polly’s voice had never sounded like that when she spoke of David.