Polly ran to find Harold, to share with him her joy in the restored pin; but the lad was not to be seen. Nor did he appear to bid her good-bye, although she lingered to search for him until she came near missing her train. What could have happened? Fear haunted her all the way home. CHAPTER XV AN UNEXPECTED GUEST One of Polly's first questions on her return was of Ilga Barron. If she had not been so over-occupied while in New York, the fact that not a word was written her of Ilga would have given her great concern. As it was she had had only time for brief surprise on receipt of letter or card; then it would slip from her mind. But now she eagerly awaited her mother's answer. It was slow in coming, and then was accompanied by an ominous shake of the head. "Ilga's party day ended sadly. Her first few steps were such a joy that she forgot herself, and started on with a skip. Her foot caught--" "Oh!" cried Polly in consternation, "did she fall?" Mrs. Dudley nodded, hastening to say, "Your father thinks she will come out all right in time, but there will have to be a long waiting. She realizes it is her own fault, for Miss Price warned her to be careful; but that doesn't make it any easier to bear." "Poor Ilga!" mourned Polly. "While I was having such a splendid time she was feeling so bad! I'll go to see her right away, and tell her all about my visit. Perhaps that will help her to forget." So Polly found her work waiting for her, and she took it up with her usual readiness; but it was hard to settle into the regular school routine after the exciting whirl of that gay fortnight. Cards had come from Floyd and Harold, but the absence of the latter when she left them was not even mentioned. This she could not understand, for she had expected an apology as the very least amends he could make. Taken altogether such rudeness seemed to Polly unpardonable, after Harold's protested affection. Still his message was as warm-hearted and loving as ever, and she wisely tried to put the matter aside as one of the things that could not be explained away. When she had been at home a week, and New York was beginning to fade into the past, she returned from afternoon school to find nobody in sight as she entered the back door. Quietly she went through the house, and hearing voices in the library she halted to ascertain if there were company. A few words arrested her. "It is a shame for you to have to do so much for so little," Mrs. Dudley was saying. The Doctor laughed softly. Polly could almost hear his eyes twinkle. "You, too!" he retorted. "Nonsense!" she protested; "all I'm doing is to try to keep the household expenses down as low as possible." "And that is the main thing. You have done admirably. I hoped we could be out of pinch before long--and now this cut-down in salary!" "Never mind! we shall get on all right," came in Mrs. Dudley's cheery tones.