He came nearer.
“I didn’t ask Dr. Abbe,” he objected quietly; “I asked you.”
Polly smiled and moved nearer the post as he dropped to the step beside her.
“I have to stay with the children,” she explained.
“All the time?” queried the young man.
“Nearly.”
He shook his head. “Don’t believe I’d like it.”
“It is much more satisfactory,” she returned, “than watching time all day.”
Russell looked at her keenly; but her eyes still kept to the hills.
“Miss Dudley, what does that mean?” Grissel pointed upward, stretching sidewise in a vain attempt to see the words over the entrance.