her room.

"How came you to be riding with the president of the Home?" Miss
Sniffen looked down sternly on Polly.

"Oh! did you see us come? Wasn't it lucky--nice that Mr. Randolph
had his car? And wasn't he good to bring us?"

"Was the meeting by arrangement?" questioned Miss Sniffen severely.

"Oh, no! I was so surprised! We all were! He happened to go over
there to see about some trees, and so stayed to luncheon. We had a
lovely time! Wasn't it queer it happened to be his land?"

Miss Sniffen's thin lips drew themselves into a sarcastic line.

"'Happened!' There seems to have been a number of _happenings_."

"I know it," Polly agreed demurely, looking at her watch to make
sure of the time. "We came in about five minutes ago, Miss
Sniffen. It was twenty minutes of six just before we got here."

"What time did you leave the picnic grounds?"

"I think it was four o'clock."

"Did you come directly back?" Miss Sniffen's hard eyes fastened on
Polly's face.

"Oh, no! We had a beautiful ride! We went way out on the Flaxton