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Bob will meet you and take you to dinner, and to-morrow you'll go to the game. Harvard plays Princeton." "That's hard on you, Lois," Dr. Farwell laughed; he never stopped teasing for one minute. "What do you think about it, Tiddledewinks?" Uncle Roddy asked. "It's a perfect plan," Polly said, enthusiastically. "I'm crazy to see Bob. Isn't it a shame about his foot?" The doctor looked grave.
She watched the last carriage out of sight. There was an unnatural silence about the school buildings and she looked dejectedly at the deserted grounds. Uncle Roddy was saying good-by to Mrs. Baird at the door. "Are you ready to start, Tiddledewinks?" he asked, handing her suitcase to the chauffeur, and waiting to help her in the car. Polly turned to Mrs. Baird.
Uncle Roddy laughed and he took her hand. "You're going to begin a new chapter in life, dear," he said, seriously, "and I think you'll find it more interesting and fuller than the last." "Will I?" Polly asked, wonderingly. "Yes," Uncle Roddy said, confidently. "It will be fuller and more worth while. I know I can trust my Tiddledewinks to make it that."
"That certainly was a ripping game, and you deserve a whole lot of credit. I take back everything I ever said about your girls' basket ball. Let's see the cup," he added. Polly showed it to him. "I'm proud of you, Tiddledewinks," Uncle Roddy said, "and Lois, too. You have a splendid eye. That last goal was well made." He put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm dumbfounded!" the doctor exclaimed.
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