“There's a girl out there,” said Alexia, sinking into her seat crossly, and peering over Polly Pepper's head.
“And there's another,” proclaimed Sally triumphantly.
“Well, if they've forgotten themselves so far as to go out there under such circumstances, I shall not let any young lady in my care do it,” said Miss Baker emphatically.
So, swallowing their disappointment at not being allowed to see all that presented itself, the girls settled back and made themselves as comfortable as possible. Meantime almost everybody else poured out of their car. But it seemed to Polly Pepper as if she never could keep still in all this world. And she clasped her hands tightly together and hoped nobody would speak to her just yet.
“Polly,”—Alexia gave a little push, as she leaned over,—“isn't it perfectly dreadful to be mewed up here in this way? Say, Polly, do talk.”
“Go right away, Alexia.” Polly gave a little flounce, and sat quite straight.
“Oh dear me!” exclaimed Alexia in astonishment, and falling back.
“And I wish you would let me alone,” cried Polly, quite aghast at herself, but unable to stop.
“Oh dear me!” Alexia kept saying quite faintly, and rolling her eyes.
“Well, I'm glad Polly has made you behave for once,” said Clem, who never could forgive Alexia for getting Polly so much to herself.