"That's what Ned said," mused Laurie. "Hanged if I know!"
"Ned's perfectly right," responded Polly emphatically.
"Of course I am," said Ned as he and Mae joined them before the door of the little shop. "But what is it this time?"
"Never mind," said Polly. "You can ask Laurie."
"He probably won't tell me," said Ned gloomily. "He hates to say I'm right about anything. Gee, Polly, it seems funny to think that I won't see this place again for three months."
"It's horrid," answered Polly, and Mae murmured agreement. "Still, I suppose three months won't seem awfully long. And you will write, won't you?"
"Certainly will," asserted Ned. "And don't you forget to. But we'll see you both in the morning. We don't get away until eleven twenty-two. Thanks for coming to the dance."
"Thanks for asking us," said Polly, her hand on the door. "Good night. Good night, Laurie. We've had a lovely time."
