“I am glad,” said Joel, beginning to feel a ray of comfort.
“And how quickly you brought him, Joe!” said Polly, delighted at the effect of her last remark.
“Did I?” said Joel in a surprised way, and roused out of his crying; “I thought it was ever so long, Polly.”
“I don't see how you ever did it, Joel, in all this world,” declared Polly positively.
Joel didn't say that it was because he was a sprinter at school, he found himself equal to the job; nor did he think it of enough importance to mention how many people he had run into, leaving a great amount of vexation in his rear as he sped on.
“He was just going out of his door,” he announced simply.
“Oh Joey!” gasped Polly. Then she hugged him rapturously. “But you caught him.”
“Yes, I caught him, and we jumped into his carriage; and that's all.”
“But it was something to be always proud of,” cried Polly, in a transport.
Joel, feeling very glad that there was something to be proud of at all in this evening's transactions, sat up quite straight at this, and wiped his eyes.