“Let’s go down to the river and along the road and see all the booful automobiles,” said Laurie.
“It’s not my idea of a pleasant walk,” returned Ned, “to get entirely covered with dust and then run over!”
“We’re not going to walk,” announced Polly. “Anyway, not yet. We’re going this way.” She and Mae turned toward School Park.
“Not going to walk?” exclaimed Laurie. “What are we going to do? Polly, don’t tell me you’ve gone and bought an automobile!”
“We’re going calling,” said Polly.
“What!” protested Ned. “Calling, did you say? Not much, Polly! At least, I’m not.”
“Now, Ned Turner—” began Polly.
“Oh, never mind him,” broke in Laurie. “I’ll go calling with you, Polly. I just love to go calling. Have you any one specially in mind? Or shall we just take them as they come?”
They were crossing the street now diagonally, Polly and Mae in the lead. Laurie was smoothing his hair and settling his tie smirkingly. Ned looked rebellious. “Who are we going to call on?” he demanded dejectedly.
“You’ll know soon enough,” laughed Polly. And he did, for the next instant she had pushed open a little gate between the lilac hedges and was leading the way up the short path to Miss Comfort’s door.