“No.”
“Do you go as usual?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it's a mystery to me how you get there.”
“As much as it is to me how you got here so suddenly.”
“I saw you from the Shaws' window and took the liberty of running after you by the back street,” he said, laughing.
“That is the way I get to the Roths,” answered Polly. She did not mean to tell, but his frankness was so agreeable she forgot herself.
“It's not nearly so pleasant or so short for you as the park.”
“I know it, but people sometimes get tired of old ways and like to try new ones.”
Polly did n't say that quite naturally, and Sydney gave her a quick look, as he asked; “Do you get tired of old friends, too, Miss Polly?”