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"Yes, dear," said Polly, leaning past Phronsie to drop him a kiss, which, by reason of the big sleigh going just then over a hump of frozen snow, fell on the tip of his nose.

Study hour was over, and a minute later, Lois, Betty, and Angela came in. There was an air of mystery about them, and Betty said: "Then you'll attend to it, Lo?" "No; Miss Crosby's going to. I've just come from the studio," Lois answered, as she walked over to her bureau. "Attend to what?" Polly demanded. "Nothing!" Angela assured her. "Lo and Betty are fussing over some art secret."

There was finally a waiting pause, an expectant dumbness, and then Aunt Polly entered, followed by Sid and Mary, and they by the Harper family, all in deep black, and the whole congregation, the old minister as well, rose reverently and stood until the mourners were seated in the front pew.

Polly sank to sleep that night in her white bed in the Pilgrim Chamber; and the name of the chamber was Peace indeed, for she had a smile on her lips, a smile that looked as if the little candle had in truth been lighted in her soul, and was shining through her face as though it were a window. There were great doings in the Birds Nest.

I sort of dreaded Christmas, but you people have fixed it up all right and I'm no end grateful. It's a great day after all." Peggy who was standing where Dunmore could not see her glanced at Polly. Polly nodded in quick understanding. "The day all right," and the poor lad helpless as some lifeless thing.

"It is some of the students," thought Polly, as she hastily retired behind a tree until they should pass. But unfortunately they did not pass. Just as they came opposite her hiding-place, they threw themselves down in a sunny spot on the opposite side of the road and lighted their cigarettes. "No hurry!" said one. "Let 's take it easy; the train does n't leave till 4.50. Where are you going, Ned?"

We lived in a grand way now, and had our separate establishments and separate plans, and I used to think that a real separation couldn't make matters much different. Not that Polly meant to be any different, or was, at heart; but, you know, she was so much absorbed in her new life of splendor, and perhaps I was a little old-fashioned. I don't wonder at it now, as I look back.

'Yes, something historic and profound, out of the encyclopaedia, from Jack, said Polly, saucily. 'Thanks, Miss Oliver. With you for an audience any man might be inspired; but 'But not a BOY? 'Mother, dear, remove that child from my sight, or I shall certainly shake her! Phil, go on, just to keep Polly quiet. 'Very well. Being the oldest Californian present, I 'What about Dr.

"In a moment, Polly. You know I am anxious to help you in every way, and to teach you if you express yourself poorly?" "Yes; that's the only good thing about this awful visit," admitted the girl. "Then allow me to correct an error in speech. If you wish to go to Denver High this fall, I want you to use refined expressions."

They 'll do just as well; and then you can get your boots." "Well; I 'll look at them," said Polly, following Fanny into the store, feeling rather rich and important to be shopping in this elegant manner. "Are n't they lovely? Your foot is perfectly divine in that boot, Polly. Get them for my party; you 'll dance like a fairy," whispered Fan.