"It's perfectly dreadful," cried Alexia Rhys, wrinkling her brows, "to try to get up anything with Polly away. If we only had Joel to help us, that would be something"-
"Well, it's got to be done," said Clem Forsythe, in a matter-of-fact way.
"Of course it has," cried Alexia gustily. "Dear me," in a tone of horror, "did you suppose that we'd