"
"Do I look as if anyone could _make_ me give up what I considered
mine?"
"No, _no_!" they cried in chorus.
"Then climb into my car, you three little tramps, and I'll take you
for a ride."
CHAPTER XII
AUNT ROSE'S CALL
A week's vacation!
All of the pupils were delighted, but Princess Polly was especially
happy, because with Rose, and Sprite, the week would be a week of
pleasure, no lessons, and all play.
"What shall we do on Monday?" she asked, as they skipped along the
sidewalk.
It was Monday morning, and she did not wish to have a moment wasted.
"Come over to my house, and we'll sit in the big hammock and talk, and
perhaps something will happen that will just tell us what to do."
The gay-colored hammock had been hung on the sunny side of the house,
and the three little friends sat swinging and talking, and soon they
had planned enough doings to occupy a month, instead of a week.
They were talking of Lena, and Leslie, when Sprite asked:
"When have you seen Gwen Harcourt?"
"They haven't seen me for ever so long!" cried an answering voice, and
Gwen appeared around the corner, laughing saucily, because she had
been listening, and had heard Sprite's question.
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