out what's worrying him," answered Polly thoughtfully. "You—you have to know the disease before you apply the remedy." Polly was plainly rather pleased with that statement, and so was Mae. Mae squeezed her friend's arm in token of appreciation. Laurie allowed that it was a "wise crack" but wanted to know how Polly proposed to make the discovery. "Far as I can see," he added, "Kewpie's much the same as usual, if not more so. Although, to tell the honest gospel truth, I haven't seen an awful lot of him just recently. I've been sort of keeping out of his way because he's after me to see him pitch so's I can ask Pinky to let him on the baseball squad."
"It couldn't be that, do you think?" asked Polly of the room at large. "I mean, you don't suppose he's hurt because you've been avoiding him? He might think that you'd gone back on him, Laurie, and I guess that Kewpie has a very sensitive nature."
Ned snorted. "Kewpie's nature's about as sensitive as a—a whale's!"
"I don't know anything about whales," declared Polly with dignity, "but I do know that
