"Polly! Poll-ee!" sounded musically from the direction of the kitchen
doorway in a ranch-house, and reached Polly Brewster as she knelt
beside her pet in the barn.
"Run outside and see what Maw wants, Poll," said Mr. Brewster, who was
working faithfully over the object of Polly's solicitous devotion.
Obediently, Polly ran out and shaded her eyes as she gazed across the
great depression of the volcanic crater which had made such a wonderful
farm for the Brewsters. At the door of the long, squat homestead, stood
Mrs. Brewster, waiting for an answer.
The moment she saw Polly, she called: "Din-ner-r's ready!"
"All right!" shouted the girl, waving her sun-bonnet to signify she had
heard the message.
Mrs. Brewster returned to the kitchen and Polly went back to her
father's side. He glanced up as she entered the barn, and Polly replied