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Miss Nita! what made you think of calling up Mr. Randolph? When did he tell you any such thing?" "I went to ride with him yesterday," was the quiet answer. "You did! Wasn't that lovely! Where did you go?" "Over to Bryston. We took dinner at Squirrel Inn." "Oh, my!" chuckled Polly. "What will Blanche Puddicombe say?" "I don't care what she says. Polly, he is not engaged lo her." "He isn't?
Puddicombe. "What I have said, I have said to yourself, and not to others; and what I have said, I have said in answer to questions asked by yourself." Then the Doctor apologised with what grace he could. But when he left the house his heart was still bitter against Mr. Puddicombe.
"Nelson!" called Miss Puddicombe, as they drew near. "It is horribly impolite; but I think I'll have to hurry you a little. I want to see Grace about those tickets for the Charity Fair, and it is getting late." "I am at your disposal," he replied gallantly. And shortly they were gone. Polly walked home with Miss Sterling. David was devoting himself to Patricia.
Randolph any more," announced the little lad mournfully. "Why not? What's the matter?" "That Miss Puddicombe!" The boy's face told more than his words. "She said Mr. Randolph was worse, and for me not to come again till he got well." "0-o-h!" cried Polly. "What has she got to do about it! She'd better wait till she's married before she begins to dictate!" Doodles shook his head sorrowfully.
Puddicombe were both going to marry them. The usher of course knew the details more clearly than that, as did probably the bigger boys. There had even been a rumour of the photograph which had been seen by one of the maid-servants, who had, it is to be feared, given the information to the French teacher. So much, however, the Doctor had felt it wise to explain, not thinking it well that Mr.
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