"Wasn't that Mr. Randolph?"

"I think so," answered Miss Sterling. Her tone was indifferent.

"I've seen that lady with him two or three times. Do you know who
it is?"

"Miss Puddicombe, I believe, daughter of one of the Board."

"Oh!"

The eyes of the other involuntarily followed the car.

"She dresses in all colors of the rainbow," laughed Miss Mullaly.
"It's queer, how little taste some people--But maybe she is a
friend of yours!"

"No, I never spoke to her. I have heard of her astonishing
combinations, though."

Polly came running back.

"Isn't it lovely that Doodles has his violin! He says when we get
tired and come to a nice place to rest, he will play to us. Aren't
you tired? I want somebody to be, so we can have the music. He
has learned some new pieces."

"I think there is a pretty grove not far ahead. Don't you remember
it?--There's a great rock at one side, and a little clump of young