Mrs. Brewster stood waiting to hear more, and Polly gave another hurried glance at the signature before explaining.
"It's from Anne Stewart—the girl who used to teach at Bear Forks school that time the teacher got sick and had to leave for a few months. You know—the pretty one with the blonde hair that all the big scholars raved over?" announced Polly.
"Oh, yes! The one that you said was so happy to be in this wonderful country?"
"Yes, that's the girl! Well, guess what she writes me?" And Polly waved the written sheet above her head.
"Polly, have you been writing to her about High School?" hurriedly asked Mrs. Brewster.
"I never thought of that! Maybe we can plan it with her," returned Polly, her expression changing instantly to meet the new suggestion of her mother's.
"Well, time enough to settle that question. Now tell me what she wrote," declared Mrs. Brewster, sighing with relief.
"You'll be taken right off your feet, Maw, so you'd best sit down and listen," advised Polly, nibbling at a biscuit while she waited for her mother to be seated.
"Now, I don't want you to shake your head or say a word, until I'm all through reading, Maw. It's something terribly surprising and goodness only knows why she asked me. I was so young when she taught school that she never noticed me much."
"Yes, you were so much younger two years ago, and you are so very ancient now!" retorted Mrs. Brewster, trying to appear serious.