“Yes, I know, Grandpapa,” said Polly, with a happy little wriggle.
“And so to-day I explained about the bank-book; told her where the money was deposited, and showed her how to use it. By the way, Polly, Jasper made a good speech now, didn't he?” The old gentleman broke off, and fairly glowed with pride.
“Oh, didn't he!” cried Polly, in a burst. “I thought it was too splendid for anything! And he didn't know in the least that he had to do it. He thought you were going to give the bank-book, Grandpapa.”
“I know it,” chuckled Mr. King. “Well now, Polly, I thought I'd try my boy without warning. Because, you see, that shows what stuff a person is made of to respond at such a time, and he's all right, Jasper is; he came up to the demand nicely.”
“It was perfectly elegant!” cried Polly, with glowing cheeks.
“And those two boys—the largest ones—are to begin in the other public school next week,” continued the old gentleman.
“Everything begins next week, doesn't it, Grandpapa?” cried Polly.
“It seems so,” said Mr. King, with a laugh. “Well, Polly, here we are at our car.”
And having the good luck to find it nearly empty, the whole party hopped on, and began the ride back again.
“Now,” said Jasper, when they had reached home, “for some comfort,” and he drew Polly off into a quiet corner in the library. “Let's have the whole, Polly. You said you'd tell me what you and father were talking of all the way home.”