Miss Sterling wiped her eyes.
"You know we"re to go on a hike to-morrow," said Polly tentatively.
"Ye-s," feebly. Then, "I"m not going."
"Oh! why?"
"Don"t want to! Should if it wasn"t for that!"
"Good reason," commented Polly, and she waited for a retort, but none came. "I"m afraid David will fuss," she said finally.
"I don"t blame him one mite!" Miss Sterling broke out.
"Wh-why, you said--I hadn"t done a thing!" Polly was plainly astonished.
"You haven"t! But I don"t blame David all the same." Miss Sterling smiled a queer little equivocal smile.
"Well, you two are the hardest mortals to understand!" sighed Polly. "I give it up!" She skipped toward the door. "Be ready at two, to-morrow. Miss Nita!" she called back. "If you"re good, I"ll let you walk with David."
CHAPTER XXII
DANCING HIKERS
Juanita Sterling was in the little procession that started from the June Holiday Home at two o"clock. So was David Collins. They were nearly the whole line apart, and Polly skipped up and down between them.
"I"m so glad you were able to come!" she told Miss Sterling, squeezing her arm. "I haven"t had a chance to speak to David yet; but I must." She sighed. "Oh, dear, I hate fusses! He"s with Leonora. Say, did you see Doodles? He had to go to the music store and have something done to his violin--he said it wouldn"t take more than three minutes. He"s going to catch up with us farther along; he can take a short cut across from Columbia Street.
Think of him and Blue coming clear down from Foxford just to go to walk with us!"
"It looks as if they wanted to come."
Polly laughed.
"I suppose I mustn"t speak to either of them, or David will be furious! I guess I"ll go on and do as I like! There"s Miss Crilly beckoning--I promised her I"d walk a little way with her. Good-bye for now!"
Miss Sterling saw Doodles come up a cross street, violin in hand, and run ahead to join Polly. She chuckled softly.
"Where are we bound for to-day?" queried Miss Mullaly in her ear.
"I don"t know. Polly hasn"t told me the route."
A motor-car whizzed by.
"Wasn"t that Mr. Randolph?"
"I think so," answered Miss Sterling. Her tone was indifferent.
"I"ve seen that lady with him two or three times. Do you know who it is?"
"Miss Puddicombe, I believe, daughter of one of the Board."
"Oh!"
The eyes of the other involuntarily followed the car.
"She dresses in all colors of the rainbow," laughed Miss Mullaly.
"It"s queer, how little taste some people--But maybe she is a friend of yours!"
"No, I never spoke to her. I have heard of her astonishing combinations, though."
Polly came running back.
"Isn"t it lovely that Doodles has his violin! He says when we get tired and come to a nice place to rest, he will play to us. Aren"t you tired? I want somebody to be, so we can have the music. He has learned some new pieces."
"I think there is a pretty grove not far ahead. Don"t you remember it?--There"s a great rock at one side, and a little clump of young birches near by."
"Oh, yes, next to a sheep pasture! That will be just the place!
I"ll tell Doodles!"
But before the wood was reached, the party came upon a car by the side of the road. Juanita Sterling had recognized it and longed to run away.
"Why, it"s Mr. Randolph!" discovered Miss Mullaly.
"Yes, he has tire trouble, I see."
The president of the Home was already talking with those ahead.
Polly came back.
"Mr. Randolph and Miss Puddicombe," she whispered. "He is introducing her to the ladies."
Miss Sterling nodded and shrank away.
"I don"t want to meet her," she objected. "I wonder if they"d notice if we should cut across this lot."
"Oh, don"t! I"m afraid they would."
The other looked longingly toward the way of escape while she walked on with Polly.
Juanita Sterling and Blanche Puddicombe stood face to face, a smiling "How do you do, Miss Puddicombe!" on one side, a gushing "I"m charmed to meet you!" on the other, with a gingerly hand-shake between.
Nelson Randolph was too busy with his tire for much talking, and, as early as decency would allow, Miss Sterling by degrees slipped into the background,
"Let"s go on," she whispered, taking Miss Leatherland"s arm.
The others straggled after, by twos and threes.