“It’s fun!” laughed Patricia. “You may as well break men’s hearts as to have them break yours.”
The eyes of the girls met, Polly’s soft with sympathy, the other’s sharp with recklessness.
The next minute Patricia was rattling on again. “I don’t believe I’ll come up, after all,” she observed lightly. “I’m afraid Abbe isn’t a good sport. Why don’t you take Marston? He knows how to keep up his end.”
“I don’t want him,” replied Polly.
“Wouldn’t he feel flattered to know that!” laughed Patricia.
“He wouldn’t like the position. He would want to go down to Overlook every evening. You know Lilith is going up to help me?”
“No! Is she really? I’m afraid you will both die of lonesomeness.”
“We shall love it,” Polly assured her with emphasis.
“I’m willing. On the whole I think I’ll come. How soon you going?”
“Next week if the cabin is ready.”