"No, he"s lost me!" was the quick retort.
"Oh, is that it?"
"Yes, Miss Castlevaine, that is precisely it!" A warning flush was on Polly"s cheeks. "Thank you, Miss Nita, I"ll go up for a little while," she said.
With a shrug and a little "Huh!" the descendant of the d.u.c.h.ess pa.s.sed on.
The door clicked shut, and Polly dropped into a rocker, tossing aside her hat and coat.
"What shall I do with David?" she sighed. "He barely nodded to me to-day!"
"I presume I should cruelly let him alone."
"Then "twould be good-bye, David! He"d never, never, never take the first step! And I like David!" Polly caught her breath.
"Poor little girl! I"m sorry!" Miss Sterling knelt beside her and threw an arm about her.
Polly began to sob. "I thought--he"d be decent this afternoon! I haven"t--done a single thing!"
"No, you haven"t!" agreed Miss Sterling. "And for that reason when he has thought it over long enough I believe he will see how foolish he has been."
"But he won"t give in!" declared Polly, wiping her eyes. "Well, I can"t go to him and say, "Please forgive me!" when I haven"t done anything! I guess I"ll let him gloom it out! There, that"s settled! Now let"s talk about you!" She stroked Miss Sterling"s hair, and smiled.
"You just ought to have seen you two dancing together!" she broke out in a lively tone.
"Pity there couldn"t have been a long mirror set up somewhere!"
replied Miss Sterling.
"Well, you did look lovely!" Polly went on, ignoring the retort.
"Do you mean each of us separately or only when we were in company?" asked the other gravely.
"Oh, now, don"t you make fun of me! I know what I"m talking about!
Doodles said you were the best dancers he ever saw!"
"And he has seen so many!" murmured Miss Sterling.
Polly tossed her head in disapproval, but continued, "I was so in hopes he would have time to ask you to go to ride--and then she had to hurry him up! It sounded exactly as if she were jealous!"
"He invited me," said Miss Sterling quietly.
"Oh, he did?" The voice was joyful. "When are you going?"
"Never!"
Polly stared at her friend in dismay. "Miss--Nita! You don"t mean--?"
"Yes, I declined the privilege!"
The brown eyes blazed. "I think you"re--"
"Polly, wait! I do not wish to ride with Mr. Randolph--he is engaged to Miss Puddicombe!"
Polly"s eyes grew big. "I don"t believe it!--How do you know?"
"I was told so."
"Do you really think it is true?" demanded Polly.
"There is nothing else to think."
"She calls him Nelson," mused Polly--"I thought she was pretty bold! But he is too smart to be such a fool!"
"Love sometimes makes fools of the best of us."
Polly watched the red flame up in the thoughtful face beside her, and in that moment Polly grew wise.
"He doesn"t love that Puddicombe ninny and he never will! You should have heard her talk when he was dancing with you. I was over there. Such airs! You"d think she held a mortgage on the world!"
A soft tap on the door was followed by the entrance of Miss Castlevaine.
"Have you heard?" she whispered tragically.
"No." Miss Sterling grew grave.
Polly bent forward in her eagerness.
"You see, I went down to get a pitcher of hot water, and I heard Miss Sniffen"s voice in the dining-room and so went in that way.
Mrs. n.o.bbs was up on the step-ladder in front of the placard, so I didn"t see it at first, but when I did it muddled me so I just stood there and stared. Miss Sniffen turned round and said, "What do you want?" sharp as could be, just as if I had no business there. She felt guilty all right! You could see that! Well, if you"ll believe me, I couldn"t think what I had gone for! And she said it again! Then I happened to see my pitcher, and that brought me to my senses, and I told her, "Some hot water." "Why don"t you go get it, then?" she yelled out, as if I were deaf! And I went--huh!"
"But what was it they were doing?" urged Polly.
"Didn"t I tell you? They were putting up a notice in big letters, "No talking, please.""
CHAPTER XXIII
"HILLTOP DAYS"
When Polly chanced to find her Miss Nita out she usually dropped into some other room for a little chat. On one such afternoon Miss Twining welcomed her most gladly.
"I get lonesome sitting here by myself day after day," the little woman confessed. "Sometimes I am actually envious of Miss Sterling when I happen to see you go in there."
"Then I"ll come oftener," Polly declared. "I"d love to! I"m always afraid the ladies will get sick of the sight of me, I"m round here so much."
"Mercy! I don"t believe anybody ever thought of such a thing. I"d be so happy to have you come to see me every day, I"d feel like standing on my head!"