CHAPTER X.
POLLYOOLY AND THE LUMP GO TO THE SEASIDE The motor-bus which carried Pollyooly home crawled, to her impatient fancy, no faster than the old horse-bus, so eager was she to pour the news of her success into the ears of Millicent.
Millicent, however, after her first joy on hearing that the path which would ultimately lead her to the altar with an empire-builder was open to her, grew sad.
"It's a pity I couldn't stay on and on with you here," she said very plaintively.

"I'm sure I shall never be so happy anywhere else." "Oh, yes: you will," said Pollyooly firmly.

"You'll find the home ever so nice." Millicent shook her head doubtfully and said: "And I shan't see anything of you and the Lump any more." "Oh, yes: you will.

You let us know when visiting day is--there's sure to be a visiting day to a home; and we'll come and see you." Millicent's face grew a little brighter.
The Honourable John Ruffin congratulated Pollyooly warmly on her success; then he said: "I trust you were not driven to use the weapon I suggested.

Osterley's cantankerousness didn't go so far as that ?" "Oh, well, sir," said Pollyooly, hesitating a little--"I--I did have to pretend to cry." The Honourable John Ruffin laughed gently.
"Poor Osterley!" he said.
The duke's letter plainly stirred the Bellingham Home to instant activity, for a letter came for Pollyooly by the first post to say that an official of the home would come for Millicent that very afternoon.
During the morning Millicent wept several times at the thought of leaving the Lump; and her final farewell was tearful indeed.