David did not appear to notice her pleasantry.
“To the Adirondacks,” he said simply.
“Oh!” Polly exclaimed. “Were you just making up your mind?”
David reddened. “N-no,” he denied; “but Converse invited me only a day or two ago, and I didn’t decide at once.”
“Going with Child Converse?” queried Polly’s lips, while her thoughts ran along, “Why didn’t he tell me sooner? We were together all yesterday morning and this afternoon—never a word until now!”
“Yes,” David was saying, “he is going to take me up to their camp. His father and mother are in Seattle, you know.”
“M-h’m,” she bowed. “How long you going to stay?”
“I don’t know. He hasn’t set any time.”
“It’ll be great, won’t it?” Polly smiled in her friendliest way.
He nodded gravely, slipping abruptly into complaint.
“You do not like Converse. You have never taken the trouble to know him.”
The girl’s eyes twinkled. “I certainly ought to adore him,” she said; “it is the first time you ever wanted me to look at any boy except Your Royal Highness.”
“Oh, you don’t understand!” sighed David.
“I am always wondering,” Polly went on, a tiny scowl wrinkling her smooth forehead, “how it is that Converse happens to attract you.”
“He is a good fellow,” said David positively. “But he has no stock of prittle-prattle.”
“It isn’t his lack of nonsense,” Polly smiled. “He is too pretty. That combined with his name—but he can’t help either, poor boy! Anyway, he looks like a nice baby—”
“Baby!” sniffed David.
“Well, he does. With his round face and rosy cheeks and curly hair—honestly, I always want to take him on my knee and trot him.”
David laughed, though as if against his will.
 “There’s nothing of the baby about him,” he asserted, “and a fellow can’t help his looks.”
Polly shook her head. “No,” she agreed. “If only he and his sister could exchange faces! Maybe, after all, it is she that flavors my opinion of him.”
“Yes.” She was making little jabs in the soft moss with her slender forefinger, and a faint smile began to curve her lips.
“She is a brainy girl,” was the somewhat stiff response, “and she has always been very pleasant to me.”
“She is brainy enough,” replied Polly; “the trouble is, she knows it and she shows that she knows it.”
“If she did not know it, there would be nothing to know,” said David severely.
Polly’s smile broadened. “I was thinking,” she resumed, “of what Patricia said the other day. Marietta has just been elected president of the Much Ado Club in place of Ruth Mansfield. You know the Mansfields are going to live in California. Ruth has grown pretty stout, and Marietta looks as if she would blow away. Somebody was wondering if she could fill Ruth’s place, and Patricia said very soberly, ‘I think she’ll wabble about a little.’ Wasn’t that bright?”
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