“Aren’t you wild to go?” asked Vivian.

“Wild?” repeated Polly, “why I can hardly wait for the day.  I want to see the lovely, old house, and all the fine things, but most of all, I long to see Rose.”

“Well, Inez said—­no, I guess I won’t tell you what Inez said,” Vivian paused.

Did she dislike to repeat Inez’ words, or was she waiting for Polly to coax her to tell them?  No one could have guessed.

Polly, thinking that Inez often spoke unpleasantly, turned toward Vivian, and laying her little hand on her arm, said: 

“I guess you’d better not tell what Inez said.  I won’t feel any different toward Rose, if you do.  I love Rose, and I’m going to visit her, and I know I’ll have a fine time.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” said Vivian, and she said it as if she meant it.

“And Rose is coming to visit me,” said Polly, “and when she comes, most of the girls will be glad to see her.  I wish they all would.”

“I will,” said Vivian, “and you’ll see that I am.  I’ll help to make her glad that she came.”

Some one came running swiftly behind them, and they turned to see who it might be.

It was Harry Grafton, breathless and excited.

“Oh, what do you think?” he cried.  “Dollie Burton got almost run over, and would have, if it hadn’t been for Rob Lindsey.  I tell you, he’s a splendid fellow, and my father saw it all, and he says it was the bravest thing he ever saw done, and he shook hands with Rob, and little Dollie is only frightened, but she’s almost—­”

“Why, Harry Grafton!  What are you saying?” cried Polly.

“What has happened to Dollie?” said Vivian.

At that moment Leslie came running to tell the news.

“Only think!” she cried, “dear little Dollie Burton was almost—­”

“That’s what I just told them!” declared Harry, “and I’m proud just to be Rob’s friend.”

Polly and Vivian were as excited as Harry and his sister were, and for a few moments the four little playmates talked at the same time, and Polly at last realized that she was not getting a clear idea of what Rob had done, or what had happened to wee Dollie Burton.

At last Harry grew calmer, and, with Leslie’s help, told the story.

Little Dollie had been playing in her own garden, where surely one might think that she was safe.  A horse from a neighbor’s stable had escaped, and went plunging down the street.

The tiny girl ran down the driveway to look after the flying horse, and just as Dollie reached the road, the horse turned, and ran wildly back in the direction whence he had come.

The little girl seemed too frightened to run, and stood still in the path of the madly racing horse.

Rob Lindsey seeing her danger, sprang out into the street, snatched her up when the animal was about to trample upon her, and bore her to safety setting her down once more in her own garden.