"What! You here?" And Polly's face grew expressionless with her
amazement.
"I seem to be, don't I?" responded Alan, a little shamefaced at
being caught, while he carefully set down the four-year-old urchin
on his knee and rose to join her, regardless of the protestations
of his small hosts.
"You see," he went on, as they walked away down the corridor
together; "I thought it would be a good scheme to have a full
dress rehearsal of our scenes in the play, so I went to your
house, bag and baggage. They told me that you weren't at home,
that you'd gone on an errand to Bridget, so I followed on after
you. I waited round outside for a good while; but it was so cold
that I nearly froze, so I rang the bell and asked if you were
here. You were such a forever-lasting time that I'd begun to think
you had gone out by some other door."
"No danger of that," returned Policy, as he paused. "I'm a snob
and only take the front door. But go on; what did you do then?" "I
asked if you were here," the boy resumed; "and the woman said you
were, and took me up into that room, for she said I could see you
go past the door when you came out. I don't see what possessed her
to put me in there, and I hadn't any idea of taking any notice of
those babies, but somehow or other they got round me.
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