And when Mamsie had gone out and everything was quiet, Polly buried her face in her pillow, and tried not to cry. “I don't believe she will ever forgive me, or let me help her again.”
“Polly,” called Cathie softly from the next room, “I did have the most beautiful time!”
“Did you?” cried Polly, choking back her sobs. “Oh, I am so glad, Cathie!”
“Yes,” said Cathie, “I did, Polly, and I'm not afraid of boys now; I think they are real nice.”
“Aren't they!” cried Polly, “and weren't our seats fine! Grandpapa didn't want a box to-night, because we could see the play so much better from the floor. But we ought to go to sleep, Cathie, for Mamsie wouldn't like us to talk. Good night.”
“Good night,” said Cathie. “A box!” she said to herself, as she turned on her pillow, “oh, I should have died to have sat up in one of those. It was quite magnificent enough where I was.”
XXII PICKERING DODGE
“Jasper!”