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So David ran over and precipitated himself into the middle of the group, with his question; when immediately the rest began to clamor to help Jasper give out the letters, so the babel was worse than at first. Phronsie by this time was begging with the others, while she sat straight in Polly's lap, with very red cheeks and wide eyes. Now she slipped out, and rushed up to Jasper.

If Polly were wrong, and Echo loved him so much that she would break the word she had pledged to Dick Lane, then he would confess all, and they would do what could be done to make it right with the discarded lover. Echo, observing from the window who was Polly's companion, ran out to Jack with a cry of joy. He looked meaningly at Polly.

At length something happened; and one glorious Saturday morning in October, Polly saddled Blanquita, the white mare which Bell Winship had left in Polly's care during her European trip, and galloped over to the Nobles' ranch in a breathless state of excitement. Blanquita was happy too, for Polly had a light hand on the rein and a light seat in the saddle.

She walked across the cabin, thrust her hand into some straw which was pressed against the rafters, pulled out an old tin can and opened it. "Eh, what's this?" she exclaimed. "Sperits? Now we'll do. Give me the baby back again, Miss Flower, and fetch a cup, ef you please." Flower did so. "Put some hot water into it. Why, you ain't very handy! Miss Polly's worth a dozen of you!

Delighted with the sensation the butterfly opened and closed its wings, clinging to Polly's soft little fingers, while every one cried out in surprise. Elnora laid aside the brush, and the butterfly sailed away. "Why, you are a wizard! You charm them!" marvelled Levering. "I learned that from the Bird Woman," said Elnora.

"I take it, by the way you are breathing, that you and the cat have been having a race." "All over everywhere," answered Polly, "till I thought I'd never catch her. You see she was going to be a birthday surprise to Miss Lucy, and High Price went and spoiled it all." The story of the afternoon was narrated in Polly's most vivid style.

I never thought that Polly's experience would upset the household economy in so marked a manner. I am really annoyed, for I certainly gave her leave to housekeep for a week." "It isn't as I minds youth, Dr. Maybright," continued Mrs. Power.

Here, to the astonishment of everybody, and the intense indignation of Mrs. Cameron, Fly burst into a scream of hysterical laughter, and hid her face in Polly's neck. "What a naughty child!" exclaimed the good lady. "You have no sympathy with my pet, my darling! Speak this minute. Where is the dog, miss?" "I expect in his grave," said Fly.

Finally, Bell crowned the occasion by producing a song of Miss Mulock's, which had come in the morning mail from some girl friend of Polly's in the East, who had discovered that Polly's name had appeared in poetry and song without her knowledge, and who thought she might be interested to hear the composition.

One could see the same type of girl any time, standing behind a counter in a shop, or dancing at a party of young people. Polly's grace and her ardent, unconventional temperament made it easy to understand why the attention should be focused upon her during this single scene. Besides, she had one long speech to deliver. This was the moment when the girl felt her only real nervousness.