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Mrs. Randolph caught sight of Miss Twining's face, and it turned her from the distant glory. She told Mrs. Albright afterwards that she looked as if it were given her to see what was not visible to the others a glimpse of heaven itself. Mrs. Bonnyman broke the spell. "Let's go back before it fades," she suggested. And the majority followed her into the firelit living-room.

"Katharine Crilly, you just mind your own business!" laughed Mrs. Albright. "To begin at the beginning," she turned toward Polly, "I was knocking at Miss Twining's door yesterday afternoon when she came up the stairs. So I went in with her and stayed a little while. She was in fine spirits.

They can't say a word, or they'd be turned out, and I've kept still too long! But I mustn't tell you any more." Polly drew a long breath. "I must go now, Mr. Parcell. I am so glad you like Miss Twining's poems! And you'll forgive me, won't you, for all I have said?" "There is nothing to forgive, my dear."

Polly drew a long breath of delight. "I shall love it forever and you, too!" Impulsively she put her arms round Miss Twining's neck and kissed her on both cheeks. "If I thought Mr. Parcell wouldn't think it queer," hesitated Miss Twining, "I have several copies, and I'd like to give him one; but I don't know " "Of course he wouldn't think it queer!" asserted Polly. "He'd be delighted!

He smiled to himself, as he closed one eye, and counted up the gains he had netted through this day's work. "Eight ten, with Yorkshire Twining's last little touch ten thousands pounds. Ah, if those fools knew how the 'intruder' was stripping them of golden plumes, how mad they would be! Ten thousand pounds!

She had brought a little riding-whip with her! But the very sight of it so upset Miss Twining, in her nervous state, that she had a bad turn with her heart, you know her heart always bothers her, and once she gave a little cry. Of course, Miss Sniffen didn't want any rumpus, and she just clapped her hand hard over Miss Twining's mouth.

"I don't know what she pays," Polly replied, "but they seldom have good cooking. She is changing help all the time." "We have trusted her implicitly," the president mused. "Her father was a man of undoubted honor." "I don't see that it would be much worse to steal from the Home than to take Miss Twining's money or Miss Nita's cards or " "Cards?

"I don't know, maybe I've said too much; but I knew you must have lots of presents, and I kept thinking of those people that perhaps you wouldn't thank, and I felt somebody must tell you, and there wasn't anybody else to do it. Then, as I said, I hoped you would like Miss Twining's poems well enough to tell her so. And I just had to come!" "Polly, I am glad you came!"

The Fairness of a Maid is but a vain Toy, but," declares this most staid biographer, with a refreshing candor, "as it is a matter which is not without its effect on the Fortunes of many, it is not always to be passed over in the Silence which would befit a Sober Pen. Mary Twining's Hair was of a golden Colour and wound itself in small, and not always tidy, Rings about her Neck and Forehead.

"Those are for good luck, like a four-leaf clover," she said gayly. "Good-bye, dear!" Early the next morning Polly ran over to the Home. She was eager to hear how Miss Twining's new plan had worked. As she neared her friend's door, however, a murmur of voices came from within, and she kept on to the third floor, making her way straight to the corner room.