“I don’t know just where your brother is. I must look it up. He may be right across the New Hampshire line.”
“He is away up in the northern part.” The pink faded. “Never mind, we shall be nearer than when I was down in Prattsboro.”
The child wagged her head delightedly, while Polly wondered what kind of brother this was to hold such a place in his little sister’s heart. If he were all that Dolly believed him to be, she should like to know him.
The wind died and the air grew warm. Jozy and Esther on the back seat were asleep.
“What time is it?” Polly turned to Lilith. “We are pretty near Springfield.”
“Quarter of twelve.”
“Almost time for dinner. We’ll be on the lookout for a shady spot.”
“I’m famished,” declared Lilith. “Isn’t that tree big enough?”
“No,” Polly laughed. “If I remember, there is a bit of shade this side of Northampton.”