his mother and Lois in public, without blushing, and
as for Polly, well, he would have to wait until they were alone before
he could tell her how glad he was to see her. But he comforted himself
with the thought that he'd be more artistic about it when the time came
than Frank had been.

They found their hotel, the same one they had stayed at on their first
memorable trip to Boston, and Mrs. Farwell, tired out from her strenuous
afternoon, ordered tea at once.

Lois and Frank sat down on a sofa at one end of the room, and Frank
explained how Bob had wired him to meet him.

"Of course, I came," he said.

"You are not in the game to-morrow?" Mrs. Farwell asked from behind the
tea urn.

"No, worse luck," Frank told her. "I'm only a sub; of course, there's a
chance; I may be needed."

"But if you're a sub, how did you manage to get here?" Polly inquired.

"Oh, I managed that all right. I won't break training, though I'm
tempted to." He eyed the tea cakes longingly, "and I'll be on hand
to-morrow. So that's all right. It's awfully jolly of you people to ask
me," he smiled, engagingly, at Mrs. Farwell.

"Why, we're delighted to have you, Frank," she assured him.

Bob, who had been looking out of the window all this time, turned
abruptly.

"Mother, Polly doesn't want any tea, and there's loads of time for a
walk; do you mind?" he asked.

His mother laughed. "Not if Polly doesn't, but I should think she'd be
tired."

But Polly was not tired. She insisted that she wanted some exercise
after the trip on the cars. So Bob took her out.

The sun was just getting ready to set, and they walked towards the
river.

"Polly!" Bob said, after they had walked a block in silence.

"Yes--"

"I think this is pretty much O. K., don't you?"

"What, this street?" Polly was very happy and she felt like teasing.

Bob tightened his grip on her arm, started to protest, and then changed
his mind.

"Yes, of course, this street; I think it's a lovely street--in fact it's
a great favorite of mine," he said instead.

Then Polly was sorry. After a while she said, softly:

"What did you really mean, Bobby?"

"Why, the street."

"Oh, very well, if you don't want to tell me."

"Ha, ha! but I do; I think it's great having you here for the game, and
mother and Lois. Wasn't I clever to get Frank to amuse Lo to-night?
We're going to the theater, you know, something musical. I wish he could
stay longer, but, of course, he can't; he