“You are not to talk, Polly, you know,” said Dr. Fisher decidedly.
“Oh, we won't—we won't,” promised Polly faithfully.
“You can have the red room, Polly,” said Mamsie, “because of the two beds. And now, child, you must both hop off and get into them as soon as you can, or you'll be sick to-morrow.”
So Polly ran off to bid Grandpapa good night. And then as he held her in his arms, he said, “Well, now, Polly, you and Jasper and I will take that trip down to the railroad station to-morrow.”
“Oh, Grandpapa!” cried Polly, clasping her hands, while her cheeks turned rosy red, “I am so very glad. We can go right after school, can't we?”
“School? Oh, you won't go to school to-morrow,” said old Mr. King decidedly. “Yes, yes, Mrs. Fisher, in just a minute—Polly shall go to bed in a minute. No, no, Polly, after such an excitement, school isn't to be thought of for a day or two.”
“Perhaps she'll be all right in the morning, father,” Jasper hurried to say, at sight of Polly's face.
“Oh, I shall—I shall.” Polly flashed a bright glance at him. “Please, Grandpapa, let me go. I haven't been absent this year.”
“And it's so awfully hard to make up lessons,” said Jasper.
“Make up lessons? Well, you needn't make them up. Bless me! Such a scholar as you are, Polly, I guess you'll stand well enough at the end of the year, without any such trouble. Quite well enough,” he added with decision.