Polly's First Year at Boarding School

busily packing trunks and bags. Nerves that had been overstrained for the past coupl

made to close, and all the girls were exchanging ad

thest away from the rest of the girls, "I do wish you didn't live in Albany. Of course I'll be

be together; anyhow we can write. Bet w

But let's cheer up. Why, here's Betty now;

wanted-Polly in the reception-ro

know w

xpression made both

ois as they ran down the broa

ound Uncle Roddy with a big fur coat over h

, so I came up in the motor to take you home. It's a gloriou

is unexpected arrival was cut shor

d. "I'll get ready this minute and see who I can ge

ining leftovers into her trunk, Lois came

" she sobbed. "Father wired Mrs. Baird. Poor da

surprise was forgotten as she

. Baird returned to the reception-r

hing has just happened! Dr. Farwell wired me that his son has typhoid and Lois wil

eral ladies of his acquaintance had promised to take her about, but that had not reassured him. Now if there were two

to reach Dr. Farwell by long distance telephone. Over the wire the two men renewed thei

seat of Uncle Roddy's comfortable car, while that relieved gentleman was at the wheel,

hat was lark number one. The food was terrible, but Uncle Roddy was so funny the way he imitated the wait

-the-Hudson, home of Rip Van Winkle, Uncle Roddy suggested dinner at the Sleepy Hollow Inn. They had the

Uncle Roddy lived on Riverside Drive in a big apartme

st room that she had occupied, but instead of the gray walls and sedate old mahogany furniture that she remembered, imagine he

amazed silenc

ul room; why did you n

h its dainty silver brushes and combs and Dresden china candlesticks. A slender-legged table with a bowl of yellow tea-roses on it stood beside the bed, and the wall

d beds and crazy quilts, had dreamed of a room such

minute," she gasped. "Oh, Uncle Roddy, it's b

I think you had both better get to sleep." And afte

toed in with a broad smile t

ve some hot chocolate ready for you when yo

taking a disgracefully long time to undress, they

; every minute was full. The mornings were spent chiefly in b

Central Park, or, with Mrs. Bent for chaperone, wandered through the stores, and as

ur o'clock and always with

ings, so you will have to be contented with the des

written that the seats were in her name at the box office

ne her this morning; and Angela and Connie live i

er voice sounded over the wire

et I will! W

lly. Then hurriedly to Mrs. Bent:

it's only too happy I am to see a little lif

would be at the apartment Saturday morning. Angela and

d, Lo. Who can

ed for a minute a

d him Uncle since the dinner at the Sleepy Hollow

pied by George B. Whittington, broker. He was a little taken back at the invitation, but answered that h

otor and found the two men there to meet them. Betty was introduced to Mr. Whittington and she nicknamed him The Lord Mayor of

good deal and cried a little and waved their handkerchie

hittington insisted as the curtain fell after the last

interrupted Betty, "where would

m not going to tell you a word about it. You must all

ourse delighted an

rls watched the fascinating première danseuse as Pupin Fee (fairy doll) in that charming story dance, they were wild with delight, and Polly o

ly between acts. "I know just what she's thinking

ion I write for Miss Porter wi

m in fairy land and I don't want to come back," Lois

n said good-night, at the door of the theater, his guests left no doubt in hi

hristmas. Polly and Lois were wakened

s!" he called. "Lois, I have your mother o

a minute was calling Xmas gr

, and he and Uncle Roddy whispered myst

on, girls; we're

olly. "Why, the groun

ing for a ride," he told her and not a

nd then Uncle Roddy ordered them out, and they

here we are going

know; it's all so my

Whittington and Uncle Roddy, and they had to wait until they reach

ly about them, Mr. Whittington whipped up the two black h

y reached an old-fashioned farmhouse

ut!" ordered

se! But what are we h

ping her feet on the porch. "

od one, for I'm starved. But here are Mr.

he door had opened and an old lad

you to the rest. Girls, this is Mrs. John Samuel Hopper, the finest cook in the State o

y blushed w

she invited. "The dinner's

o the roast duck and turkey, for their

over Uncle Roddy suggested more to eat and they spent the rest of the afternoon before the open fir

w them off, each with a box of candy and a bu

e girls and as each one entered they

you have a

dn't come and se

you answer

ter Pan'?" and a thou

Polly and Lois strolled down the corrido

lly, I never had such a good time.

"Do you know, Lois, now that we're bac

's more like a wonderful dream. Still

is," Polly a

g rang and they w