The next instant a young man came toward her. It was Ralph Marshall.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Burton?” he inquired.
Polly nodded emphatically.
“Yes; do get me out of this crowd and into a quiet place where I can attend to some things I have come here for, before anybody speaks to me,” she urged. “I have so much on my mind at present that if I am asked to behave like a distinguished character should, even for an instant, I am sure to disgrace myself and my profession.”
The next moment she and Ralph had found a small, deserted parlor toward the back of the hotel.
“Is there anything more I can do to be of service?” he inquired.
Mrs. Burton looked relieved.
“Why, yes, Ralph, there are several things, if you are not too busy to give me some of your time,” she returned.
Ralph shook his head. “No; I am not busy,” he answered, with an inflection the older woman did not notice.
“Then will you find the hotel physician for me. Peggy isn’t well and I wish him to come over to see her at the camp.”