I thought perhaps they might not object to have her as a playmate, and therefore encouraged the attempt.

She knocked⁠—too faintly at first to be heard, but on a second essay the door unclosed; Graham’s head appeared; he looked in high spirits, but impatient.

“What do you want, you little monkey?”

“To come to you.”

“Do you indeed? As if I would be troubled with you! Away to mamma and Mistress Snowe, and tell them to put you to bed.” The auburn head and bright flushed face vanished⁠—the door shut peremptorily. She was stunned.

“Why does he speak so? He never spoke so before,” she said in consternation. “What have I done?”

“Nothing, Polly; but Graham is busy with his school-friends.”

“And he likes them better than me! He turns me away now they are here!”