Yet she dared not trust herself to go alone, for Polly's head was
aching furiously, her face was hot and flushed and any attempt to walk
made her sick and dizzy.
While Betty and Esther were discussing what had best be done, Polly
having trusted herself wholly to their hands, neither of them noticed
Sylvia Wharton's withdrawal.
When they did there was hardly time to comment upon it before she
reappeared at the back door with her round face covered with dust and
looking more freckled and homelier than ever.
"A carriage will be here in five minutes to take us to camp; I have
ordered it," she announced.
CHAPTER XXI
THE END OF THE SUMMER CAMP
Good-by to summer, good-by, good-by, Good-by to summer
Esther's plaintive song ceased abruptly, for Betty Ashton leaning over
suddenly put her hand to her lips. And at the same moment Meg Everett
holding fast to Little Brother dropped down on the ground by the girls
with one arm full of early goldenrod and Michaelmas daisies.
"No use to make Esther stop singing, it won't help matters, Betty, dear,
the summer has gone," she exclaimed. "Little Brother and I have just
seen quail whirring about in the underbrush. See I lay our autumn
bouquet at your feet," and she tossed her flowers over to Betty.
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