CHAPTER V—FIRST DAYS AT SCHOOL
Polly and her friends had moved into the Studio and were recovering from the orgy of the house-warming given them by the Evans and Latimers the previous evening, when the two boys came to say good-by.
“Ah, come on, Nolla—bring Polly and see us to the train,” coaxed Jim, watching the clock on the mantel.
“But, Jim, we honestly haven’t the time! If you knew all we had to do this week!” sighed Eleanor.
“Why, we could have been there in the time you have taken to explain how busy you are,” grumbled Jim.
“Then get out! If I have wasted so much precious time it is because you stand there and make me. Good-by, old pal, now scat!” Eleanor held out her hand and laughed. But Jim was not so easily daunted.
“Where’s Ken all this time? Oh, I say, Ken! Come on!”
“I think Ken and Polly went down the street while you two were out in the garden hunting for the grass,” said Mrs. Stewart, without a smile.
Jim laughed. And Eleanor caught up her hat from the divan and ran to the door. “If they go away like that, then you and I will, too.”
Having reached the corner, however, Jim and Eleanor saw Ken and Polly intently studying something held in the latter’s palm.