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So to Wilmot Hall came Polly's mother and pretty sister, the former to spend a delightfully restful winter with her sister and the latter to take her first taste of the good times possible for a girl of twenty-one at the Naval Academy. The first breaking away from Severndale was harder for Peggy than anyone but Mrs. Harold guessed.
It was only a quiet dinner-party, and Miss Chislett had brought out her needlework, some gossamer lace affair, and Leo leant over the sofa where she sat, playing with the contents of her workbox. Polly's eyes and mine were not the only ones turned towards them. Ours was not the only interest in the future Lady Damer.
The two girls speculated on the future until they heard Alan, in the next room, kick off his shoes and let them drop, with a thud, on the floor. Then, tired with their journey, they fell asleep. As time went on, Polly's first impression of the sisters was unchanged.
Winship walked in, stocking-basket in hand, and seated herself in the little wicker rocking-chair. Polly's clarion tones had given her a clue to the subject, and she thought the discussion needed guidance. 'You were talking about Mrs. Pinkerton, girls, she said, serenely.
"Is her name Phronsie," put in Dick, unwilling to be left out, and not thinking of anything else to ask. "Boys," whispered their mother, warningly, "she can't answer you; just look at her face." And to be sure, our Polly's face was a study to behold. All its old sunniness was as nothing to the joy that now transfigured it.
"Well, she's so splendid that But I guess we'd better not talk about it. We're all on the verge of tears." "Let's cheer for her," some one suggested. "Maybe we'll get our courage back." They gave it a long, long one that had in it all their admiration and gratitude. And every poor tired muscle in Polly's valiant little body throbbed with joy at the sound.
So suppose we take it for granted that you had nothing to do with our experience, then will you help Betty and me to find out who or what it was? We do not want to create too much disturbance over it." Just how many varying emotions had passed through Anthony Graham's mind during Polly's amazing speech, it would be difficult to express.
The two little Whitneys, who were eagerly clutching Polly's arms, turned around; and Percy rubbed his eyes in a puzzled way, as Joel said, stopping a minute to look up at the tall figure: "We don't ever kiss strangers mamsie's told us not to." "For shame, Joey!" cried Polly, feeling her face grow dreadfully red in the darkness, "the gentleman's been so kind to me!"
A third was clinging to the top of the cage, evidently in terror of his life, for below appeared a sad yet funny sight. The big crab had wedged himself into the little recess where Polly's cup used to stand, and there he sat eating one of his relations in the coolest way.
"I'm Jasper King," said the boy, stepping upon the flat stone by Polly's side; and taking off his cap, he put out his hand. "And this is Prince," he added. Polly put her hand in his, and received a hearty shake; and then she sprang over the big stove, dish-cloth and all, and just flung her arms around the dog's neck. "Oh, you splendid fellow, you!" said she.
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