me so queer when she
meets me in the hall."

"It is only her way. She can't have anything against you."

Polly shook her head doubtfully; then she smiled. "I did kind of
pacify her the other night when we were late from our walk, didn't
I? I was afraid I couldn't, but I wasn't going to let her know it!"

"It was funny the way she came round," Miss Sterling agreed.

"That makes me think," Polly broke out, "when are we going to have
another walk?"

"I--don't--know," sighed the other. "Walking is such an effort! I
get so tired I can't sleep."

"That's too bad!" mourned Polly. "But don't you think it's because
you stay in the house so much? If you went oftener maybe you'd get
used to it and it wouldn't tire you."

"Perhaps. I don't know."

"We were planning, only yesterday, Chris and I, to start a walking
club--and now he's gone! But I suppose the rest of us can have
it," Polly went on. "We thought we'd ask David and Leonora and
Patricia,--she and her mother are just home from the shore,--and
Doodles and Blue and all of you folks here."

"All the ladies?"

Polly nodded.

"They're not all equal to it. You forget how old some of them are."

"Anyway, they aren't too old to be asked!" laughed Polly.

"No, and it is a good idea. Sometimes a club will have a stronger
pull on anybody than just an incidental invitation."

"That's what we thought--dear, dear, it's too bad Chris had to go!"

"I'm sorry, but I imagine he is happy enough to be with his father."

"Yes! He looked like another boy after his father came. Well,
we'll have to do without him."

"How can Doodles and Blue be in? They live eighteen or twenty
miles away."

"Oh, they can come down by trolley, or we can go up there," replied
Polly easily.

Miss Sterling laughed. "You forget that we haven't any money for
trolley fares."

"I never thought! They'll have to come here, then. Anyway,
they've got to belong! Doodles is the sweetest boy! I used to
wonder if he would change any when he was able to run and play--I
didn't know but he'd get to be--coarser, you know; but he is just
the same. Blue is nice, only he is more like other boys--Doodles
isn't!"

"Miss Lily has been telling me of how he Went to sing to her. She
just idolizes him."

"I know she does. The other day when I was up to see her she
couldn't talk of anybody else. There isn't much doubt but that she
will join the club if she can see Doodles oftener."

"She s