The new little girl was surprised. She had believed that Polly would be
very angry. Indeed, she was quite disappointed that Polly seemed not in
the least to care.
"Is that your house up there between the trees?" she asked.
"Yes," said Polly, but she did not say: "'Will you come in?'"
That did not trouble Gwen, however. She needed no invitation. She could
invite herself, and she did.
"I'm coming over to see you some day," she said.
Inez giggled. She thought her new friend's pertness very smart.
"You don't say you'll be glad to see me, but I'm coming just the same,"
said Gwen; "and p'raps I'll come to-morrow, and p'raps it'll be next
week, but I'm truly coming."
Polly felt that she had never seen a prettier child, nor could she think
of another as rude as Gwen Harcourt.
She was always kind and polite, but what could she say to this rude
little girl that would be courteous and at the same time truthful?
"I can't tell her I'll be glad to have her come, for I just KNOW I don't
want her. She's very pretty, but, someway, I'm sure I'd be happier
without her," thought Polly.
Gwen Harcourt, vexed that Polly Sherwood had not been at all excited at
the thought of receiving a call from her little self, turned toward
Inez. "Come," she said, "let's go out in the sunshine and have a run.
It's awful dull here!"
"I guess we'll be going," said Inez. "Gwen is so very gay that most
places seem dull to her. Come!"
She held out her hand, Gwen grasped it, and together they ran down the
avenue.
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