Polly and Eleanor instantly visualized Sary as she made this remark, and they laughed merrily.
Mr. Dalken then repeated minutest details of the work on Rainbow Cliffs, and the gold mine on Grizzly Slide. As everything promised so well, the girls felt elated at their future prospects.
Mr. Ashby wanted to know if his friend had succeeded in buying any more stock for him, and Mr. Dalken replied: “You’ll have to wait until Latimer issues another block. No one I know of will sell any of what they hold.”
The evening passed pleasantly with intimate matters to speak of, and at last Anne said: “We must be going, Mr. Dalken. The girls have one of their long class days, to-morrow, you know.”
“Yes, and Martha will want to go to bed,” added Mrs. Stewart.
“Who’s Martha? Got a servant at last?” asked Mr. Dalken.
“Why, no, Martha—” Mrs. Stewart began innocently, but the two girls wildly interrupted her. Polly shouted unusually loud for her, “Oh, I am so tired!”
Eleanor had managed to wink her eyes warningly at Mrs. Stewart, and that lady realized that she had almost “put her foot in it.” Mr. Dalken noticed something was disturbing the two girls, but he never dreamed what it was.
The following evening, at art class, Mr. Fabian had news for the two girls. “Mr. Ashby has invited Mr. Dalken to have his Thanksgiving Dinner with his family, and that will give you the opportunity you need, to get Billy settled in his new home.”
“Oh, how can we part from him!” sighed Eleanor, wiping an eye, as she pictured the lonely rooms.