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Not for Polly? Why hes rich, and clever, and better than most of you good-for-nothing fellows. What can the girl expect? Cant say, but I dont fancy the match myself. Dont be a dog in the manger, Tom. Bless your little heart, I only take a brotherly sort of interest in Polly. Shes a capital girl, and she ought to marry a missionary, or one of your reformer fellows, and be a shining light of some sort. I dont think setting up for a fine lady would suit her. I think it would, and I hope shell have the chance, said Fanny, evidently making an effort to speak kindly. Good for you, Fan! and Tom gave an emphatic nod, as if her words meant more than she suspected. Mind you, he added, I dont know anything, and only fancied there might be some little flirtation going on. But I dare say its nothing. Time will show. Then Fan began to sing, and Toms horse came, so he departed with the very unusual demonstration of a gentle pat on the head, as he said kindly, Thats right, my dear, keep jolly. It wasnt an elegant way of expressing sympathy, but it was hearty, and Fan thanked him for it, though she only said, Dont break your neck, Tommy. When he was gone, Fans song ended as suddenly as it began, and she sat thinking, with varying expressions of doubt and trouble passing rapidly across her face. Well, I cant do anything but wait! she said, at last, slamming the music-book together with a desperate look. Yes, I can, she added, a minute after, its Pollys holiday. I can go and see her, and if there is anything in it, I shall find it out. Fanny dropped her face into her hands, with a little shiver, as she said that; then got up, looking as pale and resolute as if going to meet some dreadful doom, and putting on her things, went away to Pollys as fast as her dignity would allow. Saturday morning was Pollys clearing-up day, and Fan found her with a handkerchief tied over her head, and a big apron on, just putting the last touches to the tidy little room, which was as fresh and bright as water, air, and a pair of hands could make it. All ready for company. Ill just whisk off my regimentals, and Polly the maid becomes Polly the missis. It was lovely of you to come early; take off your things. Another new bonnet! you extravagant wretch! How is your mother and Maudie? Its a nice day, and well have a walk, wont we? By the time Pollys welcome was uttered, she had got Fan on the little sofa beside her, and was smiling at her in such an infectious manner, that Fan couldnt help smiling back. I came to see what you have been doing with yourself lately. You dont come and report, and I got anxious about you, said Fanny, looking into the clear eyes before her. Ive been so busy; and I knew you wouldnt care to hear about my doings, for they arent the sort you like, answered Polly. Your lessons didnt use to take up all your time. Its my private opinion that you are taking as well as giving lessons, miss, said Fan, putting on a playfully stern air, to hide her real anxiety. |
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