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"She thinks so much of Polly, perhaps they hope it'll help to bring her out of this sooner." "Don't you believe it!" Miss Castlevaine's head nodded out the words with emphasis. "Dr. Dudley's a good one to curry favor with." "Is Miss Sterling a relative of his?" asked Miss Mullaly. "No. Haven't you heard how they got acquainted? Quite a pretty little story." Mrs.
"There! now I'll let you look in the glass see how your cheeks have plumped out! Oh, but you lock pretty!" "Doesn't she!" Miss Crilly jumped up, the better to see. "Look! everybody! My, how pretty!" "'Pretty!" scorned Miss Leatherland. Yet the pink rose higher. "Polly! is this the right way?" Miss Mullaly was doing her best, but not well enough to satisfy the instructor.
Accordingly she bore all the taunts of the young ladies with great meekness and patience, and made herself so agreeable and useful that, although they never could make up their minds to believe her story or to treat her as one of the family the Mullalys came to regard Miss Caldwell as indispensable to their existence, and when Miss Mullaly the elder got married she took Miss Caldwell with her in the capacity of housekeeper the young sisters no longer requiring her in her capacity as governess, which situation she, however, did not long keep as the remuneration would not enable her to educate her boy as she desired.
"I don't know how happy other people may be," she answered; "I only hope that they are as happy as I am." "There! I knew it!" Miss Crilly exulted, as if she had just disclosed a secret. The others laughed, the thin ice of conventionality was swept away, and at once all were merry. "I think the new ladies wished they were coming when they heard us talking about it," said Miss Mullaly.
"She has it to perfection." Miss Crilly's giggle preceded her words. "She's like a beanpole with its good clothes on, ain't she? But, then, I think Miss Sniffen is real nice sometimes," she amended. "So are basilisks and beanpoles in their proper places," retorted Miss Major; "but they don't belong in the June Holiday Home." "Are her rules so awful?" inquired Miss Mullaly anxiously.
"I can't swear to it, as Polly does; but this I do know it plumps and pinks them for a little while. Polly says her aunt told her that after enough practice the plumpness would stay." "Oh, what is it?" queried Miss Mullaly eagerly. "I'll try it on Miss Leatherland if she'll let me," offered Polly. "It will be more of a test on her, because she is thinnest."
"It's a lovely place, and there has to be rules where there's so many." "There don't have to be hair-crimping rules, Mrs. Prindle huh!" As the curly-headed maker of the hated law walked across the lawn. Miss Castlevaine sent her an annihilating glance. "Is that Miss Sniffen?" queried Miss Mullaly, adjusting her eyeglasses. Miss Castlevaine nodded.
In they came, the strange little party of six, and were presented to the company as Santa Claus and Madam Santa Claus and four of the little Santa Clauses. "Who can they be?" whispered Miss Mullaly to her neighbor. "More'n I know," returned Mrs. Crump. "I guess Polly's one of 'em, but which!"
It seems that you might give up a little of your time to amuse her when you come home." "Let her go out and play like the rest of 'em if she wants to be amused," said the red-haired, unshaven, untidy man, "and don't bother me." "You're on," said Kid Mullaly. "Fifty dollars to $25 I take Annie to the dance. Put up." The Kid's black eyes were snapping with the fire of the baited and challenged.
But before the wood was reached, the party came upon a car by the side of the road. Juanita Sterling had recognized it and longed to run away. "Why, it's Mr. Randolph!" discovered Miss Mullaly. "Yes, he has tire trouble, I see." The president of the Home was already talking with those ahead. Polly came back. "Mr. Randolph and Miss Puddicombe," she whispered. "He is introducing her to the ladies."
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