“Pooh! We both know Mr. Fabian is a dotard about us. If anyone dares to hint that we are not as advanced as he says we are, he glares like a jealous cat over her kittens.”
Polly and Eleanor reached the Studio by this time and found Anne reading a long letter from John. She was smiling happily as she read, and Eleanor grinned charitably at her.
Polly sat down to wait till the letter was read. Then Anne glanced over at the girls.
“Well, dears, John has definitely settled everything. Tom Latimer and he are coming on to New York directly their college commencement is over. Polly’s father and mother may decide to come, but that is not yet certain. As soon as you two girls are off, we will all go back home and stay.”
“‘And they lived happily ever after,’” quoth Eleanor, teasingly.
Anne smiled. Polly seemed dissatisfied.
“What do you mean ‘as soon as you girls are off?’”
“Why, off on the European trip. The Ashbys were here to-night and it is all settled. Mr. Brewster wrote a fine letter and thanked them for their wonderful offer to chaperone you girls.”
“Oh, oh!” shouted Eleanor, springing up and throwing her arms about Polly’s neck.
Anne and her mother laughed as the impulsive girl whirled Polly around and around, until both, exhausted, fell upon the divan. Then Polly asked the question Eleanor had choked in her throat.