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If she needs a doctor she shall have one. So let me know if the pain comes on again." Miss Sterling had been abed an hour or more when she was awakened by a gentle rap. Mrs. Albright softly opened the door. "She's worse than ever; but Miss Sniffen won't hear to calling the doctor.
Oh, you needn't look so surprised! I know what you're up to, if I do stay home here! You were saucy on that occasion, and bold, too! Calling to passing automobilists to come and dance with you! It was scandalous!" "Why, Miss Sniffen," Polly's tone was gently explanatory, "you can't have heard it straight! We didn't do a single thing out of the way! And I didn't call anybody! Mr.
Why did the Boy Chief turn pale, and clutch at the tent-pole for support? Why, indeed! "Eliza J. Sniffen," gasped Jenkins, "aged fourteen, red-haired, with a slight tendency to strabismus?" "The same." "Heaven help me! She died by my mandate!" "Traitor!" shrieked Chitterlings, rushing at Jenkins with a drawn poniard. But a figure interposed.
"I should wish she would, if I were you." "Where could I go? I'd have to sit on the sidewalk!" Polly laughed. "No, Miss Nita," catching one of the slim white hands and pressing it against her cheek, "you come right over to our house when Miss Sniffen turns you outdoors, and we'll take care of you!" "It isn't anything to laugh at," sobbed the little woman.
Evidently whoever was at the 'phone didn't tell, for he said if you should come in by half-past four to ask you to call him up. Probably she offered to deliver his message, for he said no, he'd like to talk with you, and then he rang off. Mrs. Macgregor asked if Mr. Randolph was a relative of yours, and I said I thought not." Miss Sterling shook her head. "I don't see why Miss Sniffen or Mrs.
"But fate decreed it otherwise. In my feverish haste, I had forgotten to place among the stores of my pirate craft that peculiar kind of chocolate caramel to which Eliza Jane was most partial. We were obliged to put into New Rochelle on the second day out, to enable Miss Sniffen to procure that delicacy at the nearest confectioner's, and match some zephyr worsteds at the first fancy shop.
When the cabin door closed on his faithful servant, bringing champagne and ices to the interesting stranger, Chitterlings resumed his narrative with a choking voice "When I first fled from the roof of a tyrannical parent I loved the beautiful and accomplished Eliza J. Sniffen.
Colonel Gresham will let us have two, and Mrs. Illingworth one, and father ours. I don't know how many will go from here, but there'll be David and Leonora and Patricia and me, besides the Colonel and the chauffeurs. You don't think but that Miss Sniffen will let them all go, do you?" Polly added anxiously. "Perhaps." Miss Sterling mused over it.
Well, a week after the telephone was in, Mabel ran up to Miss Major's room before she was up, frightened half to death. She said, "Oh, Miss Major!" woke her out of a sound sleep "Miss Sniffen has gone! And Mrs. Nobbs has gone! And Bridget has gone!" Bridget was the cook. "How do you know?" Miss Major asked. "'Cause they ain't anywhere!" Mabel cried. "We've looked all over, Nellie and me!
"There are Banbury turnovers and chicken sandwiches!" "It is hard to refuse " he began. "Oh, I knew you couldn't say no when Miss Nita asked you!" sang Polly delightedly. "Nobody can! Except Miss Sniffen!" she added conscientiously. "Miss Sniffen" appeared to pass unnoticed.
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