"Polly, have you been writing to her about High School?" hurriedly
asked Mrs. Brewster.
"I never thought of that! Maybe we can plan it with her," returned
Polly, her expression changing instantly to meet the new suggestion of
her mother's.
"Well, time enough to settle that question. Now tell me what she
wrote," declared Mrs. Brewster, sighing with relief.
"You'll be taken right off your feet, Maw, so you'd best sit down and
listen," advised Polly, nibbling at a biscuit while she waited for her
mother to be seated.
"Now, I don't want you to shake your head or say a word, until I'm all
through reading, Maw. It's something terribly surprising and goodness
only knows why she asked _me_. I was so young when she taught school
that she never noticed me much."
"Yes, you were _so_ much younger two years ago, and you are so very
ancient now!" retorted Mrs. Brewster, trying to appear serious.
"You know what I mean--but this isn't reading you the letter and I know
just how you'll gasp when you hear her brother--listen and I'll read
it."
CHAPTER II
A MOMENTOUS LETTER
Having seen that her mother was seated and ready for the surprise,
Polly read:
"Dear Miss Polly:
"As you are fast reaching the boundary-line where girlhood and
womanhood meet, I feel I must address you with the prefix that
dignifies this stage of your life, although I seem to know you best as
the rosy-cheeked little girl whose name of 'Polly' seemed to fit her
exactly.
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