CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEIt was half past seven next morning when Polly Pell knocked lightly and came in to draw the curtains and set down an early morning tea-tray. The room had two windows, but only the nearer one had been screened. As Polly turned round from it, there was plenty of light to show how pale she was, with no colour anywhere except in the reddened lids.
Miss Silver turned her thoughts away from the consideration of early morning tea as an indulgence—but such a very pleasant one—and focused them upon Polly Pell. She had already wished her good-morning and received a shy response. She now said,
‘Please come here for a minute.’
Polly wanted to run out of the room, but she had not had two years training under Mrs. Maniple for nothing. She blinked at the light, wished it a good deal
