Polly’s dark eyes were a-shine with surprise and quick, radiant happiness. She almost caught her breath at the idea.
“I—I think it’s just splendid, Senator Yates,” she cried. “I don’t know how we girls can ever thank you for your kindness.”
“Shan’t we be too much trouble?” asked Ruth, anxiously.
“Not one bit of trouble,” replied the Senator heartily. “Seven girls in all, did you say, Miss Polly?”
“Yes, sir, seven in all.”
“And do you think you can get ready by Saturday? Only two days more.”
The girls looked at one another, a little perplexed at the brief notice, but Polly waived all doubts aside.
“We will be ready,” she said, positively. “We must.”
“I will send the motor boat up the river after you at seven in the morning,” continued the Senator. “The Hippocampus weighs anchor at eight. You had better make your arrangements to meet here at Glenwood, and go aboard at the Admiral’s landing. It will save time. And I am very, very glad that I am able to take back the news of your acceptance to Mrs. Yates.”
When they were alone once more, Polly sank down in a Morris chair, and smiled blissfully.