“I won’t fail in love,” the defiant, wild-rose Thurley was always on hand to meet a challenge.
“Don’t promise yourself everything,” was Polly’s sage advice, “and now, I believe we are ready to decamp.”
CHAPTER XVIII
She found Collin’s place more than Polly said, since Polly viewed it through adoring eyes and was blind to tiny flaws.
Their approach was anything but conventional. They had raced up from the station, Polly winning by a nose, hilarious young persons with flushed faces.
They found the famous Collin, in an artist’s smock of gray chambray, sweeping off his front steps! Upon seeing them, he called out,
“Cook left last night with a case of champagne—there are all the dishes to wash ... and the boy left yesterday morning with my two best suits—oh, ho, art is merely incidental,” continuing his sweeping in vigorous fashion.