“If we entertained any ideas of taking the voyage, the best time for us to start would be next Fall. Then we could spend our entire winter in the tropics and escape the heat in the equator in the summer, or rainy season, by sailing home again.”
“Oh, it sounds great! It remains to see who would go,” said Eleanor. Then the girls said good-by, and started away, full of the unusual invitation they had heard that afternoon.
“I’m sure mother and father would not wish me to go,” said Polly, after the subject had been exhausted.
“Of course, you couldn’t offer the excuse that you were going for advancement in your profession—as we did when we wanted to tour Europe, you know.”
“Leaving the thrilling trip out of our minds for a time, I want to ask you if you suspected anything troubling Dalky, lately?” said Polly, seriously.
“Not a thing. He has seemed just the same as ever.”
“That’s what I should have said. Then he may not know about his wife’s perfidy, and I think we ought to prepare him for such news, Nolla.”
“Polly, we tried to force an adopted son on him, once, and since that time I have been wary of trying to interfere in any other of his personal affairs.”
“Then let us talk it over with Prof. and ask what he thinks about telling Mr. Ashby,” suggested Polly.
“That’s more like sense. We’ll tell Mr. Ashby ourselves, when we get back to the Shops.”