“Are you hungry, dear?” Polly smiled down at Dolly.
“Not much.”
“Hear that! Where is the lunch basket?” Lilith peered down over the back of her seat. “I believe you hid it away! I don’t see anything familiar.”
Polly looked mischievous. “There are chicken sandwiches and cream-cheese sandwiches and chocolate snaps and oranges and coffee and—”
“Oh!” Lilith clapped her hands to her ears. “Isn’t she naughty, Dolly?”
“No,” answered Dolly; “she couldn’t be—ever.”
“You see, I have a stanch champion,” Polly twinkled.
“Oh, yes,” sighed Lilith in mock distress, “everybody swears allegiance to you. I foresee what lonesome days I am going to have up on the mountain.”
Dolly was looking at the girl with a puzzled expression. Lilith’s face was perfectly serious.
“I love you too,” she said sweetly.