“I want you and Bob to be at Polly’s this afternoon when she gets home from school. I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Tell us now,” suggested Bob. Laurie shook his head.
“No use saying it twice.”
“What’s it about?” asked Ned.
“About—about Miss Comfort.”
“Gee,” said Bob, “I thought that was done with. What about her, Nod?” But Laurie shook his head, and their pleas for enlightenment were vain.
“You’ll know all about it this afternoon,” he said. “So shut up.” A minute after he asked, “Say, Bob, does your father know the folks who run that quarry?”
“Yes, I guess so. He buys stone from them. Why?”
“I want to meet the head guy, president or general manager or whatever he calls himself. That’s all.”