he had forgotten to pay for his entertainment. She sighed. Kewpie already owed more than the school rules allowed. Just then the door opened to admit a slim, round-faced boy of about Polly's age. He had red-brown hair under his blue school cap, an impertinent nose, and very blue eyes. He wore a suit of gray, with a dark-blue sweater beneath the coat. He wore, also, a cheerful and contagious smile.
"Hello, Polly," was his greeting. "Laurie been in yet?"
"No, no one but Kewpie, Ned. He was looking for Laurie, too. He's just gone."
"Well, I don't know where the silly hombre's got to," said the new-comer. "He was in class five minutes ago, and then he disappeared. Thought he'd be over here. I'd like a chocolate ice-cream soda, please. Say, don't you hate this kind of weather? No ice and the ground too wet to do anything on. Funny weather you folks have here in the East."
"Oh, it won't be this way long," answered Polly as she filled his order. "The ground will be dry in a day or two, if it doesn't rain—or snow again."
