"I am sure there isn't the least reason to be seriously alarmed," he
assured her half a dozen times with a curious understanding of Polly's
character; "you see your sister has got a funny streak in her that makes
her mighty interesting and mighty uncertain." (How angry Polly would
have been could she have heard him!) "She has got a lot to learn before
she settles down."
By noon, finding his three companions nearly exhausted, the young man
persuaded them to go up to the big, comfortable farmhouse, see his
mother, have their luncheon and rest. And straightway on meeting her,
Mrs. Webster took a liking to Mollie that was to last all the rest of
her life.
During this time Betty, Esther and Sylvia were going slowly along the
main path that led through the fields and finally on to the high road
into the village. Miss McMurtry and her assistants were climbing
Sunrise Hill.
But Sylvia Wharton was so tediously slow. About every five minutes she
would stop and kneel down in the dirt, attempting to fit an old shoe of
Polly's into any fresh track she happened to observe. The other two
girls wandered off into bits of woods or meadows near by, calling and
hunting, but Sylvia never went with them.
"There is no use," she explained, "Polly has gone straight into Woodford
and because it was night had to take the regular path instead of going
through the fields as she usually does.
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