"Oh, that's telling; I know she doesn't," replied Van provokingly.
For answer Van felt his arms seized, and before he knew it Percy was over him and holding him down so that he couldn't stir.
"Now how do you know that Polly doesn't like my eyeglasses?" he demanded.
"Ow—let me up!" cried Van.
"Tell on, then. How do you know she doesn't like them?"
"Because—Let me up, and I'll tell."
"No, tell now," said Percy, having hard work to keep Van from slipping out from under his hands.
"Boys," called Polly's voice.
"Oh dear me—she's coming!" exclaimed Percy, jumping to his feet, and releasing Van, who, red and shining, skipped to the door. "Come in, Polly."
"I thought I'd find you up here," said Polly in great satisfaction. "Percy, can't I do something for you? Jasper says you are going back to college right away."