“I don’t need to. I know well enough just what you’d say,” retorted Polly.
“I should like to know.”
“Why, you’d say, ‘Go ahead!’” Polly laughed. “And I think I’d better see Mrs. Gresham this evening. Don’t you want to go down with me, mother? Do, and help the good cause along.—Oh, I forgot! That boy is coming up to-night.”
“What boy?” queried her mother.
“John Eustis. Well,” sighing, “we’ll have to put it off till morning.”
That Mrs. Gresham was “interested” in Polly’s plan nobody could doubt. The lady’s enthusiasm more than justified Polly’s prediction.
“I must see the place at once!” she cried. “We’ll go up to-morrow!”
“To-morrow!” gasped Polly.
“Why not?” returned Mrs. Gresham. “No time to lose. Summer is well on her way. You can go to-morrow, can’t you?”
“I—guess so,” the girl answered dazedly. She glanced towards her mother.