An Oldfashioned Girl.......................................................................................................................................1

Louisa M. Alcott......................................................................................................................................1

Preface ......................................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER I POLLY ARRIVES ............................................................................................................2

CHAPTER II NEW FASHIONS .............................................................................................................9

CHAPTER III POLLY'S TROUBLES ..................................................................................................17

CHAPTER IV LITTLE THINGS ..........................................................................................................24

CHAPTER V SCRAPES.......................................................................................................................32

CHAPTER VI GRANDMA..................................................................................................................40

CHAPTER VII GOODBY..................................................................................................................56

CHAPTER VIII SIX YEARS AFTERWARD ......................................................................................64

CHAPTER IX LESSONS ......................................................................................................................74

CHAPTER X BROTHERS AND SISTERS........................................................................................81

CHAPTER XI NEEDLES AND TONGUES ........................................................................................92

CHAPTER XII FORBIDDEN FRUIT................................................................................................100

CHAPTER XIII THE SUNNY SIDE ..................................................................................................110

CHAPTER XIV NIPPED IN THE BUD .............................................................................................120

CHAPTER XV BREAKERS AHEAD ................................................................................................128

CHAPTER XVI A DRESS PARADE .................................................................................................137

CHAPTER XVII PLAYING GRANDMOTHER...............................................................................143

CHAPTER XVIII THE WOMAN WHO DID NOT DARE ...............................................................153

CHAPTER XIX TOM'S SUCCESS ....................................................................................................160

AS a preface is the only place where an author can with propriety explain a purpose or apologize for

shortcomings, I venture to avail myself of the privilege to make a statement for the benefit of my readers. As

the first part of "An OldFashioned Girl" was written in 1869, the demand for a sequel, in beseeching little

letters that made refusal impossible, rendered it necessary to carry my heroine boldly forward some six or

seven years into the future. The domestic nature of the story makes this audacious proceeding possible; while

the lively fancies of my young readers will supply all deficiencies, and overlook all discrepancies.

This explanation will, I trust, relieve those wellregulated minds, who cannot conceive of such literary

lawlessness, from the bewilderment which they suffered when the same experiment was tried in a former

The "OldFashioned Girl" is not intended as a perfect model, but as a possible improvement upon [Page] the

Girl of the Period, who seems sorrowfully ignorant or ashamed of the good old fashions which make woman

truly beautiful and honored, and, through her, render home what it should be,a happy place, where parents

and children, brothers and sisters, learn to love and know and help one another.

If the history of Polly's girlish experiences suggests a hint or insinuates a lesson, I shall feel that, in spite of

many obstacles, I have not entirely neglected my duty toward the little men and women, for whom it is an

honor and a pleasure to write, since in them I have always found my kindest patrons, gentlest critics, warmest

"Oh, I 'm not going; it 's too wet. Should n't have a crimp left if I went out such a day as this; and I want to

"You don't expect me to go and bring home a strange girl alone, do you?" And Tom looked as much alarmed

"Of course I do. It 's your place to go and get her; and if you was n't a bear, you 'd like it."

"Well, I call that mean! I supposed I 'd got to go; but you said you 'd go, too. Catch me bothering about your

friends another time! No, sir! " And Tom rose from the sofa with an air of indignant resolution, the

impressive effect of which was somewhat damaged by a tousled head, and the hunched appearance of his

"Now, don't be cross; and I 'll get mamma to let you have that horrid Ned Miller, that you are so fond of,

come and make you a visit after Polly 's gone," said Fanny, hoping to soothe his ruffled feelings.

"How long is she going to stay?" demanded Tom, making his toilet by a promiscuous shake.

"A month or two, maybe. She 's ever so nice; and I shall keep her as long as she 's happy."

"She won't stay long then, if I can help it," muttered Tom, who regarded girls as a very unnecessary portion

of creation. Boys of fourteen are apt to think so, and perhaps it is a wise arrangement; for, being fond of

turning somersaults, they have an opportunity of indulging in a good one, metaphorically speaking, when,

three or four years later, they become the abject slaves of "those bothering girls."

"Look here! how am I going to know the creature? I never saw her, and she never saw me. You 'll have to

come too, Fan," he added, pausing on his way to the door, arrested by the awful idea that he might have to

"You 'll find her easy enough; she 'll probably be standing round looking for us. I dare say she 'll know you,

"Guess she won't, then;" and Tom gave a hasty smooth to his curly pate and a glance at the mirror, feeling

sure that his sister had n't done him justice. Sisters never do, as "we fellows" know too well.

"Do go along, or you 'll be too late; and then, what will Polly think of me?" cried Fanny, with the impatient

"She 'll think you cared more about your frizzles than your friends, and she 'll be about right, too."

Feeling that he said rather a neat and cutting thing, Tom sauntered leisurely away, perfectly conscious that it

was late, but bent on not being hurried while in sight, though he ran himself off his legs to make up for it

"If I was the President, I 'd make a law to shut up all boys till they were grown; for they certainly are the most

provoking toads in the world," said Fanny, as she watched the slouchy figure of her brother strolling down

the street. She might have changed her mind, however, if she had followed him, for as soon as he turned the

corner, his whole aspect altered; his hands came out of his pockets, he stopped whistling, buttoned his jacket,

The train was just in when he reached the station, panting like a racehorse, and as red as a lobster with the

"Suppose she 'll wear a topknot and a thingumbob, like every one else; and however shall I know her? Too

bad of Fan to make me come alone!" thought Tom, as he stood watching the crowd stream through the depot,

and feeling rather daunted at the array of young ladies who passed. As none of them seemed looking for any

one, he did not accost them, but eyed each new batch with the air of a martyr. "That 's her," he said to

himself, as he presently caught sight of a girl in gorgeous array, standing with her hands folded, and a very

small hat perched on the top of a very large "chignon," as Tom pronounced it. "I suppose I 've got to speak

to her, so here goes;" and, nerving himself to the task, Tom slowly approached the damsel, who looked as if

the wind had blown her clothes into rags, such a flapping of sashes, scallops, ruffles, curls, and feathers was

"I say, if you please, is your name Polly Milton?" meekly asked Tom, pausing before the breezy stranger.

"No, it is n't," answered the young lady, with a cool stare that utterly quenched him.

"Where in thunder is she?" growled Tom, walking off in high dudgeon. The quick tap of feet behind him

made him turn in time to see a freshfaced little girl running down the long station, and looking as if she

rather liked it. As she smiled, and waved her bag at him, he stopped and waited for her, saying to himself,

Up came the little girl, with her hand out, and a halfshy, halfmerry look in her blue eyes, as she said,

"Yes. How did you know?" and Tom got over the ordeal of handshaking without thinking of it, he was so

"Oh, Fan told me you 'd got curly hair, and a funny nose, and kept whistling, and wore a gray cap pulled over

your eyes; so I knew you directly." And Polly nodded at him in the most friendly manner, having politely

refrained from calling the hair "red," the nose "a pug," and the cap "old," all of which facts Fanny had

"Where are your trunks?" asked Tom, as he was reminded of his duty by her handing him the bag, which he

"Father told me not to wait for any one, else I 'd lose my chance of a hack; so I gave my check to a man, and

there he is with my trunk;" and Polly walked off after her one modest piece of baggage, followed by Tom,

who felt a trifle depressed by his own remissness in polite attentions. "She is n't a bit of a young lady, thank

goodness! Fan did n't tell me she was pretty. Don't look like city girls, nor act like 'em, neither," he thought,

trudging in the rear, and eyeing with favor the brown curls bobbing along in front.

As the carriage drove off, Polly gave a little bounce on the springy seat, and laughed like a delighted child. "I

do like to ride in these nice hacks, and see all the fine things, and have a good time, don't you?" she said,

composing herself the next minute, as if it suddenly occurred to her that she was going avisiting.

"Not much," said Tom, not minding what he said, for the fact that he was shut up with the strange girl

"How 's Fan? Why did n't she come, too?" asked Polly, trying to look demure, while her eyes danced in spite

"Afraid of spoiling her crinkles;" and Tom smiled, for this base betrayal of confidence made him feel his own

"You and I don't mind dampness. I 'm much obliged to you for coming to take care of me."

It was kind of Polly to say that, and Tom felt it; for his red crop was a tender point, and to be associated with

Polly's pretty brown curls seemed to lessen its coppery glow. Then he had n't done anything for her but carry

the bag a few steps; yet, she thanked him. He felt grateful, and in a burst of confidence, offered a handful of

peanuts, for his pockets were always supplied with this agreeable delicacy, and he might be traced anywhere

As soon as he had done it, he remembered that Fanny considered them vulgar, and felt that he had disgraced

his family. So he stuck his head out of the window, and kept it there so long, that Polly asked if anything was

the matter. "Pooh! who cares for a countrified little thing like her," said Tom manfully to himself; and then

"He 's pretty drunk; but I guess he can hold his horses," replied this evilminded boy, with an air of calm

"Is the man tipsy? Oh, dear! let 's get out! Are the horses bad? It 's very steep here; do you think it 's safe?"

cried poor Polly, making a cocked hat of her little beaver, by thrusting it out of the halfopen window on her

"There 's plenty of folks to pick us up if anything happens; but perhaps it would be safer if I got out and sat

with the man;" and Tom quite beamed with the brilliancy of this sudden mode of relief.

"Oh, do, if you ain't afraid! Mother would be so anxious if anything should happen to me, so far away!" cried

"Don't you be worried. I 'll manage the old chap, and the horses too;" and opening the door, Tom vanished

aloft, leaving poor victimized Polly to quake inside, while he placidly revelled in freedom and peanuts

Fanny came flying down to meet her "darling Polly," as Tom presented her, with the graceful remark, "I 've

got her!" and the air of a dauntless hunter, producing the trophies of his skill. Polly was instantly whisked up

stairs; and having danced a doubleshuffle on the doormat, Tom retired to the diningroom, to restore

"Ain't you tired to death? Don't you want to lie down?" said Fanny, sitting on the side of the bed in Polly's

"Not a bit. I had a nice time coming, and no trouble, except the tipsy coachman; but Tom got out and kept

him in order, so I was n't much frightened," answered innocent Polly, taking off her roughandready coat,

"Fiddlestick! he was n't tipsy; and Tom only did it to get out of the way. He can't bear girls," said Fanny, with

"Can't he? Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!" and Polly opened her eyes with a surprised

"He 's an awful boy, my dear; and if you have anything to do with him, he 'll torment you to death. Boys are

Fanny went to a fashionable school, where the young ladies were so busy with their French, German, and

Italian, that there was no time for good English. Feeling her confidence much shaken in the youth, Polly

privately resolved to let him alone, and changed the conversation, by saying, as she looked admiringly about

the large, handsome room, "How splendid it is! I never slept in a bed with curtains before, or had such a fine

"I 'm glad you like it; but don't, for mercy sake, say such things before the other girls!" replied Fanny,

"Why not?" asked the country mouse of the city mouse, wondering what harm there was in liking other

people's pretty things, and saying so. "Oh, they laugh at everything the least bit odd, and that is n't pleasant."

Fanny did n't say "countrified," but she meant it, and Polly felt uncomfortable. So she shook out her little

black silk apron with a thoughtful face, and resolved not to allude to her own home, if she could help it.

"I 'm so poorly, mamma says I need n't go to school regularly, while you are here, only two or three times a

week, just to keep up my music and French. You can go too, if you like; papa said so. Do, it 's such fun!"

cried Fanny, quite surprising her friend by this unexpected fondness for school.

"I should be afraid, if all the girls dress as finely as you do, and know as much," said Polly, beginning to feel

"La, child! you need n't mind that. I 'll take care of you, and fix you up, so you won't look odd."

"Am I odd?" asked Polly, struck by the word and hoping it did n't mean anything very bad.

"You are a dear, and ever so much prettier than you were last summer, only you 've been brought up

differently from us; so your ways ain't like ours, you see," began Fanny, finding it rather hard to explain.

"I am a little girl; so why should n't I?" and Polly looked at her simple blue merino frock, stout boots, and

"You are fourteen; and we consider ourselves young ladies at that age," continued Fanny, surveying, with

complacency, the pile of hair on the top of her head, with a fringe of fuzz round her forehead, and a wavy

lock streaming down her back; likewise, her scarletandblack suit, with its big sash, little pannier, bright

buttons, points, rosettes, and, heaven knows what. There was a locket on her neck, earrings tinkling in her

ears, watch and chain at her belt, and several rings on a pair of hands that would have been improved by soap

Polly's eye went from one little figure to the other, and she thought that Fanny looked the oddest of the two;

for Polly lived in a quiet country town, and knew very little of city fashions. She was rather impressed by the

elegance about her, never having seen Fanny's home before, as they got acquainted while Fanny paid a visit

to a friend who lived near Polly. But she did n't let the contrast between herself and Fan trouble her; for in a

minute she laughed and said, contentedly, "My mother likes me to dress simply, and I don't mind. I should n't

know what to do rigged up as you are. Don't you ever forget to lift your sash and fix those puffy things when

Before Fanny could answer, a scream from below made both listen. "It 's only Maud; she fusses all day long,"

began Fanny; and the words were hardly out of her mouth, when the door was thrown open, and a little girl,

of six or seven, came roaring in. She stopped at sight of Polly, stared a minute, then took up her roar just

where she left it, and cast herself into Fanny's lap, exclaiming wrathfully, "Tom 's laughing at me! Make him

"What did you do to set him going? Don't scream so, you 'll frighten Polly!" and Fan gave the cherub a shake,

"I don't care! it was cold; and I warmed mine at the wegister, and then it was nice; only, Willy Bliss spilt it on

"Do go to Katy! You 're as cross as a little bear today!" said Fanny, pushing her away.

"Katy don't amoose me; and I must be amoosed, 'cause I 'm fwactious; mamma said I was!" sobbed Maud,

evidently laboring under the delusion that fractiousness was some interesting malady.

"Come down and have dinner; that will amuse you;" and Fanny got up, pluming herself as a bird does before

Polly hoped the "dreadful boy" would not be present; but he was, and stared at her all dinnertime, in a most

trying manner. Mr. Shaw, a busylooking gentleman, said," How do you do, my dear? Hope you 'll enjoy

yourself;" and then appeared to forget her entirely. Mrs. Shaw, a pale, nervous woman, greeted her little guest

kindly, and took care that she wanted for nothing. Madam Shaw, a quiet old lady, with an imposing cap,

exclaimed on seeing Polly, "Bless my heart! the image of her mother a sweet woman how is she, dear?" and

kept peering at the newcomer over her glasses, till, between Madam and Tom, poor Polly lost her appetite.

Fanny chatted like a magpie, and Maud fidgeted, till Tom proposed to put her under the big dishcover,

which produced such an explosion, that the young lady was borne screaming away, by the muchenduring

Katy. It was altogether an uncomfortable dinner, and Polly was very glad when it was over. They all went

about their own affairs; and after doing the honors of the house, Fan was called to the dressmaker, leaving

Polly was glad to be alone for a few minutes; and, having examined all the pretty things about her, began to

walk up and down over the soft, flowery carpet, humming to herself, as the daylight faded, and only the

ruddy glow of the fire filled the room. Presently Madam came slowly in, and sat down in her armchair,

saying, "That 's a fine old tune; sing it to me, my dear. I have n't heard it this many a day." Polly did n't like to

sing before strangers, for she had had no teaching but such as her busy mother could give her; but she had

been taught the utmost respect for old people, and having no reason for refusing, she directly went to the

"That 's the sort of music it 's a pleasure to hear. Sing some more, dear," said Madam, in her gentle way,

Pleased with this praise, Polly sang away in a fresh little voice, that went straight to the listener's heart and

nestled there. The sweet old tunes that one is never tired of were all Polly's store; and her favorites were

Scotch airs, such as, "YellowHaired Laddie," "Jock o' Hazeldean," "Down among the Heather," and "Birks

of Aberfeldie." The more she sung, the better she did it; and when she wound up with "A Health to King

Charlie," the room quite rung with the stirring music made by the big piano and the little maid.

"By George, that 's a jolly tune! Sing it again, please," cried Tom's voice; and there was Tom's red head

It gave Polly quite a turn, for she thought no one was hearing her but the old lady dozing by the fire. "I can't

sing any more; I 'm tired," she said, and walked away to Madam in the other room. The red head vanished

The old lady put out her hand, and drawing Polly to her knee, looked into her face with such kind eyes, that

Polly forgot the impressive cap, and smiled at her confidingly; for she saw that her simple music had pleased

"You must n't mind my staring, dear," said Madam, softly pinching her rosy cheek. "I have n't seen a little

Polly thought that a very odd speech, and could n't help saying, "Are n't Fan and Maud little girls, too?"

"Oh, dear, no! not what I call little girls. Fan has been a young lady this two years, and Maud is a spoiled

"What a very queer old lady!" thought Polly; but she said "Yes 'm" respectfully, and looked at the fire.

"You don't understand what I mean, do you?" asked Madam, still holding her by the chin.

"Well, dear, I 'll tell you. In my day, children of fourteen and fifteen did n't dress in the height of the fashion;

go to parties, as nearly like those of grown people as it 's possible to make them; lead idle, giddy, unhealthy

lives, and get blas, at twenty. We were little folks till eighteen or so; worked and studied, dressed and played,

like children; honored our parents; and our days were much longer in the land than now, it seems to, me."

The old lady appeared to forget Polly at the end of her speech; for she sat patting the plump little hand that

lay in her own, and looking up at a faded picture of an old gentleman with a ruffled shirt and a queue.

"Yes, dear; my honored father. I did up his frills to the day of his death; and the first money I ever earned was

five dollars which he offered as a prize to whichever of his six girls would lay the handsomest darn in his silk

"How proud you must have been!" cried Polly, leaning on the old lady's knee with an interested face.

"Yes, and we all learned to make bread, and cook, and wore little chintz gowns, and were as gay and hearty

as kittens. All lived to be grandmothers and fathers; and I 'm the last, seventy, next birthday, my dear, and not

"That 's the way I was brought up, and that 's why Fan calls me oldfashioned, I suppose. Tell more about

"Say 'father.' We never called him papa; and if one of my brothers had addressed him as 'governor,' as boys

Madam raised her voice in saying this, and nodded significantly; but a mild snore from the other room

Before she could continue, in came Fanny with the joyful news that Clara Bird had invited them both to go to

the theatre with her that very evening, and would call for them at seven o'clock. Polly was so excited by this

sudden plunge into the dissipations of city life, that she flew about like a distracted butterfly, and hardly knew

what happened, till she found herself seated before the great green curtain in the brilliant theatre. Old Mr.

Bird sat on one side, Fanny on the other, and both let her alone, for which she was very grateful, as her whole

Polly had never been much to the theatre; and the few plays she had seen were the good old fairy tales,

dramatized to suit young beholders, lively, bright, and full of the harmless nonsense which brings the laugh

without the blush. That night she saw one of the new spectacles which have lately become the rage, and run

for hundreds of nights, dazzling, exciting, and demoralizing the spectator by every allurement French

ingenuity can invent, and American prodigality execute. Never mind what its name was, it was very

gorgeous, very vulgar, and very fashionable; so, of course, it was much admired, and every one went to see it.

At first, Polly thought she had got into fairyland, and saw only the sparkling creatures who danced and sung

in a world of light and beauty; but, presently, she began to listen to the songs and conversation, and then the

illusion vanished; for the lovely phantoms sang negro melodies, talked slang, and were a disgrace to the good

Our little girl was too innocent to understand half the jokes, and often wondered what people were laughing

at; but, as the first enchantment subsided, Polly began to feel uncomfortable, to be sure her mother would n't

like to have her there, and to wish she had n't come. Somehow, things seemed to get worse and worse, as the

play went on; for our small spectator was being rapidly enlightened by the gossip going on all about her, as

well as by her own quick eyes and girlish instincts. When fourandtwenty girls, dressed as jockeys, came

prancing on to the stage, cracking their whips, stamping the heels of their topboots, and winking at the

audience, Polly did not think it at all funny, but looked disgusted, and was glad when they were gone; but

when another set appeared in a costume consisting of gauze wings, and a bit of gold fringe round the waist,

poor unfashionable Polly did n't know what to do; for she felt both frightened and indignant, and sat with her

"I 'm so ashamed of those girls," whispered Polly, taking a long breath of relief.

"You little goose, it 's just the way it was done in Paris, and the dancing is splendid. It seems queer at first;

"I 'll never come again," said Polly, decidedly; for her innocent nature rebelled against the spectacle, which,

as yet, gave her more pain than pleasure. She did not know how easy it was to "get used to it," as Fanny did;

and it was well for her that the temptation was not often offered. She could not explain the feeling; but she

was glad when the play was done, and they were safe at home, where kind grandma was waiting to see them

"Did you have a good time, dear?" she asked, looking at Polly's feverish cheeks and excited eyes.

"I don't wish to be rude, but I did n't," answered Polly. "Some of it was splendid; but a good deal of it made

me want to go under the seat. People seemed to like it, but I don't think it was proper."

As Polly freed her mind, and emphasized her opinion with a decided rap of the boot she had just taken off,

Fanny laughed, and said, while she pirouetted about the room, like Mademoiselle Therese, "Polly was

shocked, grandma. Her eyes were as big as saucers. her face as red as my sash, and once I thought she was

going to cry. Some of it was rather queer; but, of course, it was proper, or all our set would n't go. I heard

Mrs. Smythe Perkins say, 'It was charming; so like dear Paris;' and she has lived abroad; so, of course, she

"I don't care if she has. I know it was n't proper for little girls to see, or I should n't have been so ashamed!"

"I think you are right, my dear; but you have lived in the country, and have n't yet learned that modesty has

gone out of fashion." And with a goodnight kiss, grandma left Polly to dream dreadfully of dancing in

jockey costume, on a great stage; while Tom played a big drum in the orchestra; and the audience all wore the

faces of her father and mother, looking sorrowfully at her, with eyes like saucers, and faces as red as Fanny's

"I 'M going to school this morning; so come up and get ready," said Fanny, a day or two after, as she left the

"You look very nice; what have you got to do?" asked Polly, following her into the hall.

"Prink half an hour, and put on her wad," answered the irreverent Tom, whose preparations for school

consisted in flinging his cap on to his head, and strapping up several big books, that looked as if they were

"What is a wad?" asked Polly, while Fanny marched up without deigning any reply.

"Somebody's hair on the top of her head in the place where it ought not to be;" and Tom went whistling away

"Why must you be so fine to go to school?" asked Polly, watching Fan arrange the little frizzles on her

"All the girls do; and it 's proper, for you never know who you may meet. I 'm going to walk, after my

lessons, so I wish you 'd wear your best hat and sack," answered Fanny, trying to stick her own hat on at an

"I will, if you don't think this is nice enough. I like the other best, because it has a feather; but this is warmer,

so I wear it every day." And Polly ran into her own room, to prink also, fearing that her friend might be

ashamed of her plain costume. "Won't your hands be cold in kid gloves?" she said, as they went down the

"Yes, horrid cold; but my muff is so big, I won't carry it. Mamma won't have it cut up, and my ermine one

must be kept for best;" and Fanny smoothed her Bismark kids with an injured air.

"I suppose my gray squirrel is ever so much too big; but it 's nice and cosy, and you may warm your hands in

it if you want to," said Polly, surveying her new woollen gloves with a dissatisfied look, though she had

"Perhaps I will, by and by. Now, Polly, don't you be shy. I 'll only introduce two or three of the girls; and you

need n't mind old Monsieur a bit, or read if you don't want to. We shall be in the anteroom; so you 'll only see

"I guess I won't read, but sit and look on. I like to watch people, everything is so new and queer here."

But Polly did feel and look very shy, when she was ushered into a room full of young ladies, as they seemed

to her, all very much dressed, all talking together, and all turning to examine the newcomer with a cool stare

which seemed to be as much the fashion as eyeglasses. They nodded affably when Fanny introduced her,

said something civil, and made room for her at the table round which they sat waiting for Monsieur. Several

of the more frolicsome were imitating the Grecian Bend, some were putting their heads together over little

notes, nearly all were eating confectionery, and the entire twelve chattered like magpies. Being politely

supplied with caramels, Polly sat looking and listening, feeling very young and countrified among these

"Girls, do you know that Carrie has gone abroad? There has been so much talk, her father could n't bear it,

and took the whole family off. Is n't that gay?" said one lively damsel, who had just come in.

"I should think they 'd better go. My mamma says, if I 'd been going to that school, she 'd have taken me

"Carrie ran away with an Italian musicteacher, and it got into the papers, and made a great stir," explained

"I think it was fun. She was only sixteen, and he was perfectly splendid; and she has plenty of money, and

every one talked about it; and when she went anywhere, people looked, you know, and she liked it; but her

papa is an old poke, so he 's sent them all away. It 's too bad, for she was the jolliest thing I ever knew."

Polly had nothing to say to lively Miss Belle; but Fanny observed, "I like to read about such things; but it 's

so inconvenient to have it happen right here, because it makes it harder for us. I wish you could have heard

my papa go on. He threatened to send a maid to school with me every day, as they do in New York, to be sure

I come all right. Did you ever?" "That 's because it came out that Carrie used to forge excuses in her

mamma's name, and go promenading with her Oreste, when they thought her safe at school. Oh, was n't she a

"I think a little fun is all right; and there 's no need of making a talk, if, now and then, some one does run off

like Carrie. Boys do as they like; and I don't see why girls need to be kept so dreadfully close. I 'd like to see

"It would take a policeman to do that, Trix, or a little man in a tall hat," said Fanny, slyly, which caused a

"Oh, have you read 'The Phantom Bride'? It 's perfectly thrilling! There 's a regular rush for it at the library;

but some prefer 'Breaking a Butterfly.' Which do you like best?" asked a pale girl of Polly, in one of the

"You must, then. I adore Guy Livingston's books, and Yates's. 'Ouida's' are my delight, only they are so long,

"I have n't read anything but one of the Muhlbach novels since I came. I like those, because there is history in

"Those are well enough for improving reading; but I like real exciting novels; don't you?"

Polly was spared the mortification of owning that she had never read any, by the appearance of Mousieur, a

grayheaded old Frenchman, who went through his task with the resigned air of one who was used to being

the victim of giggling schoolgirls. The young ladies gabbled over the lesson, wrote an exercise, and read a

little French history. But it did not seem to make much impression upon them, though Monsieur was very

ready to explain; and Polly quite blushed for her friend, when, on being asked what famous Frenchman

The hour was soon over; and when Fan had taken a music lesson in another room, while Polly looked on, it

was time for recess. The younger girls walked up and down the court, arm in arm, eating bread an butter;

others stayed in the schoolroom to read and gossip; but Belle, Trix, and Fanny went to lunch at a

fashionable icecream saloon near by, and Polly meekly followed, not daring to hint at the gingerbread

grandma had put in her pocket for luncheon. So the honest, brown cookies crumbled away in obscurity, while

The girls seemed in great spirits, particularly after they were joined by a short gentleman with such a young

face that Polly would have called him a boy, if he had not worn a tall beaver. Escorted by this impressive

youth, Fanny left her unfortunate friends to return to school, and went to walk, as she called a slow

promenade down the most crowded streets. Polly discreetly fell behind, and amused herself looking into

shopwindows, till Fanny, mindful of her manners, even at such an interesting time, took her into a picture

gallery, and bade her enjoy the works of art while they rested. Obedient Polly went through the room several

times, apparently examining the pictures with the interest of a connoisseur, and trying not to hear the mild

prattle of the pair on the round seat. But she could n't help wondering what Fan found so absorbing in an

account of a recent German, and why she need promise so solemnly not to forget the concert that afternoon.

When Fanny rose at last, Polly's tired face reproached her; and taking a hasty leave of the small gentleman,

she turned homeward, saying, confidentially, as she put one hand in Polly's muff, "Now, my dear, you must

n't say a word about Frank Moore, or papa will take my head off. I don't care a bit for him, and he likes Trix;

only they have quarrelled, and he wants to make her mad by flirting a little with me. I scolded him well, and

he promised to make up with her. We all go to the afternoon concerts, and have a gay time, and Belle and

Trix are to be there today; so just keep quiet, and everything will be all right."

"I 'm afraid it won't," began Polly, who, not being used to secrets, found it very hard to keep even a small

"Don't worry, child. It 's none of our business; so we can go and enjoy the music, and if other people flirt, it

"Of course not; but, then, if your father don't like you to do so, ought you to go?"

"I tell mamma, and she don't care. Papa is fussy, and grandma makes a stir about every blessed thing I do.

"Yes; I truly will; I never tell tales." And Polly kept her word, feeling sure Fan did n't mean to deceive her

"Who are you going with?" asked Mrs. Shaw, when Fanny mentioned that it was concertday, just before

"Only Polly; she likes music, and it was so stormy I could n't go last week, you know," answered Fan;

adding, as they left the house again, "If any one meets us on the way, I can't help it, can I?"

"That 's rude. Dear me! here 's Belle's brother Gus he always goes. Is my hair all right, and my hat?

Before Polly could answer, Mr. Gus joined them as a matter of course, and Polly soon found herself trotting

on behind, feeling that things were not "all right," though she did n't know how to mend them. Being fond of

music, she ignorantly supposed that every one else went for that alone, and was much disturbed by the

whispering that went on among the young people round her. Belle and Trix were there in full dress; and, in

the pauses between different pieces, Messrs. Frank and Gus, with several other "splendid fellows," regaled

the young ladies with college gossip, and bits of news full of interest, to judge from the close attention paid to

their eloquent remarks. Polly regarded these noble beings with awe, and they recognized her existence with

the condescension of their sex; but they evidently considered her only "a quiet little thing," and finding her

not up to society talk, blandly ignored the pretty child, and devoted themselves to the young ladies.

Fortunately for Polly, she forgot all about them in her enjoyment of the fine music, which she felt rather than

understood, and sat listening with such a happy face, that several true musiclovers watched her smilingly,

for her heart gave a blithe welcome to the melody which put the little instrument in tune. It was dusk when

they went out, and Polly was much relieved to find the carriage waiting for them, because playing third fiddle

"I 'm glad those men are gone; they did worry me so talking, when I wanted to hear," said Polly, as they

"The plain one, who did n't say much; he picked up my muff when it tumbled down, and took care of me in

"My mother says a real gentleman is as polite to a little girl as to a woman; so I like Mr. Sydney best, because

"What a sharp child you are, Polly. I should n't have thought you 'd mind things like that," said Fanny,

beginning to understand that there may be a good deal of womanliness even in a little girl.

"I 'm used to good manners, though I do live in the country," replied Polly, rather warmly, for she did n't like

"Grandma says your mother is a perfect lady, and you are just like her; so don't get in a passion with those

poor fellows, and I 'll see that they behave better next time. Tom has no manners at all, and you don't

"I don't care if he has n't; he 's a boy, and acts like one, and I can get on with him a great deal better than I can

Fanny was just going to take Polly to task for saying "those men" in such a disrespectful tone, when both

"It 's Tom!" cried Fanny; and with the words out tumbled that incorrigible boy, red in the face, and breathless

with suppressed laughter. Seating himself, he surveyed the girls as if well satisfied with the success of his

prank, and waiting to be congratulated upon it. "Did you hear what we were saying?" demanded Fanny,

"Did you ever see such a provoking toad, Polly? Now, I suppose you 'll go and tell papa a great story."

"P'r'aps I shall, and p'r'aps I shan't. How Polly did hop when I crowed! I heard her squeal, and saw her cuddle

"Yes, and you liked 'em; so I won't tell on you," said Tom, with a reassuring nod.

"Ain't there, though? What do you suppose the governor will say to you girls going on so with those dandies?

"What has the Governor of Massachusetts to do with us?" asked Polly, trying to look as if she meant what she

"Pooh! you know who I mean; so you need n't try to catch me up, as grandma does."

"Tom, I 'll make a bargain with you," cried Fanny, eagerly. "It was n't my fault that Gus and Frank were

there, and I could n't help their speaking to me. I do as well as I can, and papa need n't be angry; for I behave

"If you won't go and make a fuss, telling what you 'd no right to hear it was so mean to hide and listen; I

should think you 'd be ashamed of it! I 'll help you tease for your velocipede, and won't say a word against it,

"I 'd rather not have anything to do with it; but I 'll be quiet, and not do any harm."

"After hearing about that Carrie, and the rest, I don't wonder he is fussy. Why don't you tell right out, and not

"Of course I 'm not. It 's hard to tell sometimes; but it 's so comfortable when it 's over."

"T is n't nothing. You know you are forbidden to go gallivanting round with those chaps, and that 's the

reason you 're in a pucker now. I won't make any bargain, and I will tell," returned Tom, seized with a sudden

"Will you if I promise never, never to do so any more?" asked Fanny, meekly; for when Thomas took matters

"I 'll think about it; and if you behave, maybe I won't do it at all. I can watch you better than papa can; so, if

you try it again, it 's all up with you, miss," said Tom, finding it impossible to resist the pleasure of

"She won't; don't plague her any more, and she will be good to you when you get into scrapes," answered

"Why not? I 'd ask you in a minute, if I was in trouble," said Polly, in her confiding way.

"Would you? Well, I 'd put you through, as sure as my name 's Tom Shaw. Now, then, don't slip, Polly," and

Mr. Thomas helped them out with unusual politeness, for that friendly little speech gratified him. He felt that

one person appreciated him; and it had a good effect upon manners and temper made rough and belligerent

After tea that evening, Fanny proposed that Polly should show her how to make molasses candy, as it was

cook's holiday, and the coast would be clear. Hoping to propitiate her tormentor, Fan invited Tom to join in

the revel, and Polly begged that Maud might sit up and see the fun; so all four descended to the big kitchen,

armed with aprons, hammers, spoons, and pans, and Polly assumed command of the forces. Tom was set to

cracking nuts, and Maud to picking out the meats, for the candy was to be "tiptop." Fan waited on Polly

cook, who hovered over the kettle of boiling molasses till her face was the color of a peony. "Now, put in the

nuts," she said at last; and Tom emptied his plate into the foamy syrup, while the others watched with deep

interest the mysterious concoction of this wellbeloved sweetmeat. "I pour it into the buttered pan, you see,

and it cools, and then we can eat it," explained Polly, suiting the action to the word.

"Oh, thunder! I must have put 'em in by mistake, and ate up the meats without thinking," said Tom, trying to

conceal his naughty satisfaction, as the girls hung over the pan with faces full of disappointment and despair.

"You did it on purpose, you horrid boy! I 'll never let you have anything to do with my fun again!" cried Fan,

in a passion, trying to catch and shake him, while he dodged and chuckled in high glee.

Maud began to wail over her lost delight, and Polly gravely poked at the mess, which was quite spoilt. But

her attention was speedily diverted by the squabble going on in the corner; for Fanny, forgetful of her

youngladyism and her sixteen years, had boxed Tom's ears, and Tom, resenting the insult, had forcibly

seated her in the coalhod, where he held her with one hand while he returned the compliment with the other.

Both were very angry, and kept twitting one another with every aggravation they could invent, as they

Polly was not a model girl by any means, and had her little pets and tempers like the rest of us; but she did n't

fight, scream, and squabble with her brothers and sisters in this disgraceful way, and was much surprised to

see her elegant friend in such a passion. "Oh, don't! Please, don't! You 'll hurt her, Tom! Let him go, Fanny!

It 's no matter about the candy; we can make some more!" cried Polly, trying to part them, and looking so

distressed, that they stopped ashamed, and in a minute sorry that she should see such a display of temper.

"I ain't going to be hustled round; so you 'd better let me alone, Fan," said Tom, drawing off with a

threatening wag of the head, adding, in a different tone, "I only put the shells in for fun, Polly. You cook

"It 's pretty hot work, and it 's a pity to waste things; but I 'll try again, if you want me to," said Polly, with a

"Bears like sweet things, so you want some candy, I guess. Where is the molasses? We 've used up all there

"Down cellar; I 'll get it;" and taking the lamp and jug, Tom departed, bent on doing his duty now like a saint.

The moment his light vanished, Fanny bolted the door, saying, spitefully, "Now, we are safe from any more

tricks. Let him thump and call, it only serves him right; and when the candy is done, we 'll let the rascal out."

"How can we make it without molasses?" asked Polly, thinking that would settle the matter.

"There 's plenty in the storeroom. No; you shan't let him up till I 'm ready. He 's got to learn that I 'm not to

be shaken by a little chit like him. Make your candy, and let him alone, or I 'll go and tell papa, and then Tom

Polly thought it was n't fair; but Maud clamored for her candy, and finding she could do nothing to appease

Fan, Polly devoted her mind to her cookery till the nuts were safely in, and a nice panful set in the yard to

cool. A few bangs at the locked door, a few threats of vengeance from the prisoner, such as setting the house

on fire, drinking up the wine, and mashing the jellypots, and then all was so quiet that the girls forgot him in

"He can't possibly get out anywhere, and as soon we 've cut up the candy, we 'll unbolt the door and run.

Come and get a nice dish to put it in," said Fan, when Polly proposed to go halves with Tom, lest he should

When they came down with the dish in which to set forth their treat, and opened the backdoor to find it,

imagine their dismay on discovering that it was gone, pan, candy, and all, utterly and mysteriously gone!

A general lament arose, when a careful rummage left no hopes; for the fates had evidently decreed at candy

"The hot pan has melted and sunk in the snow perhaps," said Fanny, digging into the drift where it was left.

"Those old cats have got it, I guess," suggested Maud, too much overwhelmed by this second blow to howl as

"The gate is n't locked, and some beggar has stolen it. I hope it will do him good," added Polly, turning from

"If Tom could get out, I should think he 'd carried it off; but not being a rat, he can't go through the bits of

windows; so it was n't him," said Fanny, disconsolately, for she began to think this double loss a punishment

for letting angry passions rise, "Let 's open the door and tell him about it," proposed Polly.

"He 'll crow over us. No; we 'll open it and go to bed, and he can come out when he likes. Provoking boy! if

Unbolting the cellar door, the girls announced to the invisible captive that they were through, and then

departed much depressed. Halfway up the second flight, they all stopped as suddenly as if they had seen a

ghost; for looking over the banisters was Tom's face, crocky but triumphant, and in either hand a junk of

candy, which he waved above them as he vanished, with the tantalizing remark, "Don't you wish you had

"How in the world did he get out?" cried Fanny, steadying herself after a start that nearly sent all three

"Good gracious! He must have poked up the cover, climbed into the street, stole the candy, and sneaked in at

"Cats got it, did n't they?" jeered the voice in a tone that made Polly sit down and laugh till she could n't

"Just give Maud a bit, she 's so disappointed. Fan and I are sick of it, and so will you be, if you eat it all,"

"Go to bed, Maudie, and look under your pillow when you get there," was the oracular reply that came down

The girls went to bed tired out; and Maud slumbered placidly, hugging the sticky bundle, found where

molasses candy is not often discovered. Polly was very tired, and soon fell asleep; but Fanny, who slept with

her, lay awake longer than usual, thinking about her troubles, for her head ached, and the dissatisfaction that

follows anger would not let her rest with the tranquillity that made the rosy face in the little round nightcap

such a pleasant sight to see as it lay beside her. The gas was turned down, but Fanny saw a figure in a gray

wrapper creep by her door, and presently return, pausing to look in. "Who is it?" she cried, so loud that Polly

"Only me, dear," answered grandma's mild voice. "Poor Tom has got a dreadful toothache, and I came down

to find some creosote for him. He told me not to tell you; but I can't find the bottle, and don't want to disturb

"It 's in my closet. Old Tom will pay for his trick this time," said Fanny, in a satisfied tone.

"I thought he 'd get enough of our candy," laughed Polly; and then they fell asleep, leaving Tom to the

POLLY soon found that she was in a new world, a world where the manners and customs were so different

from the simple ways at home, that she felt like a stranger in a strange land, and often wished that she had not

come. In the first place, she had nothing to do but lounge and gossip, read novels, parade the streets, and

dress; and before a week was gone, she was as heartily sick of all this, as a healthy person would be who

attempted to live on confectionery. Fanny liked it, because she was used to it, and had never known anything

better; but Polly had, and often felt like a little woodbird shut up in a gilded cage. Nevertheless, she was

much impressed by the luxuries all about her, enjoyed them, wished she owned them, and wondered why the

Shaws were not a happier family. She was not wise enough to know where the trouble lay; she did not

attempt to say which of the two lives was the right one; she only knew which she liked best, and supposed it

Fanny's friends did not interest her much; she was rather afraid of them, they seemed so much older and wiser

than herself, even those younger in years. They talked about things of which she knew nothing and when

Fanny tried to explain, she did n't find them interesting; indeed, some of them rather shocked and puzzled

her; so the girls let her alone, being civil when they met, but evidently feeling that she was too "odd" to

belong to their set. Then she turned to Maud for companionship, for her own little sister was excellent

company, and Polly loved her dearly. But Miss Maud was much absorbed in her own affairs, for she

belonged to a "set" also; and these mites of five and six had their "musicals," their parties, receptions, and

promenades, as well as their elders; and, the chief idea of their little lives seemed to be to ape the fashionable

follies they should have been too innocent to understand. Maud had her tiny cardcase, and paid calls, "like

mamma and Fan"; her box of dainty gloves, her jeweldrawer, her crimpingpins, as fine and fanciful a

wardrobe as a Paris doll, and a French maid to dress her. Polly could n't get on with her at first, for Maud did

n't seem like a child, and often corrected Polly in her conversation and manners, though little mademoiselle's

own were anything but perfect. Now and then, when Maud felt poorly, or had a "fwactious" turn, for she had

"nerves" as well as mamma, she would go to Polly to "be amoosed," for her gentle ways and kind forbearance

soothed the little fine lady better than anything else. Polly enjoyed these times, and told stories, played

games, or went out walking, just as Maud liked, slowly and surely winning the child's heart, and relieving the

Tom soon got over staring at Polly, and at first did not take much notice of her, for, in his opinion, "girls did

n't amount to much, anyway"; and, considering, the style of girl he knew most about, Polly quite agreed with

him. He occasionally refreshed himself by teasing her, to see how she 'd stand it, and caused Polly much

anguish of spirit, for she never knew where he would take her next. He bounced out at her from behind doors,

booed at her in dark entries, clutched her feet as she went up stairs, startled her by shrill whistles right in her

ear, or sudden tweaks of the hair as he passed her in the street; and as sure as there was company to dinner, he

fixed his round eyes on her, and never took them off till she was reduced to a piteous state of confusion and

distress. She used to beg him not to plague her; but he said he did it for her good; she was too shy, and

needed toughening like the other girls. In vain she protested that she did n't want to be like the other girls in

that respect; he only laughed in her face, stuck his red hair straight up all over his head, and glared at her, till

Yet Polly rather liked Tom, for she soon saw that he was neglected, hustled out of the way, and left to get on

pretty much by himself. She often wondered why his mother did n't pet him as she did the girls; why his

father ordered him about as if he was a born rebel, and took so little interest in his only son. Fanny considered

him a bear, and was ashamed of him; but never tried to polish him up a bit; and Maud and he lived together

like a cat and dog who did not belong to a "happy family." Grandma was the only one who stood by poor old

Tom; and Polly more than once discovered him doing something kind for Madam, and seeming very much

ashamed when it was found out. He was n't respectful at all; he called her "the old lady," and told her he

"would n't be fussed over"; but when anything was the matter, he always went to "the old lady," and was very

grateful for the "fussing." Polly liked him for this, and often wanted to speak of it; but she had a feeling that it

would n't do, for in praising their affection, she was reproaching others with neglect; so she held her tongue,

and thought about it all the more. Grandma was rather neglected, too, and perhaps that is the reason why Tom

and she were such good friends. She was even more oldfashioned than Polly; but people did n't seem to

mind it so much in her, as her day was supposed to be over, and nothing was expected of her but to keep out

of everybody's way, and to be handsomely dressed when she appeared "before people." Grandma led a quiet,

solitary life in her own rooms, full of old furniture, pictures, books, and relics of a past for which no one

cared but herself. Her son went up every evening for a little call, was very kind to her, and saw that she

wanted nothing money could buy; but he was a busy man, so intent on getting rich that he had no time to

enjoy what he already possessed. Madam never complained, interfered, or suggested; but there was a sad sort

of quietude about her, a wistful look in her faded eyes, as if she wanted something which money could not

buy, and when children were near, she hovered about them, evidently longing to cuddle and caress them as

only grandmothers can. Polly felt this; and as she missed the homepetting, gladly showed that she liked to

see the quiet old face brighten, as she entered the solitary room, where few children came, except the

phantoms of little sons and daughters, who, to the motherly heart that loved them, never faded or grew up.

Polly wished the children would be kinder to grandma; but it was not for her to tell them so, although it

troubled her a good deal, and she could only try to make up for it by being as dutiful and affectionate as if

Another thing that disturbed Polly was the want of exercise. To dress up and parade certain streets for an hour

every day, to stand talking in doorways, or drive out in a fine carriage, was not the sort of exercise she liked,

and Fan would take no other. Indeed, she was so shocked, when Polly, one day, proposed a run down the

mall, that her friend never dared suggest such a thing again. At home, Polly ran and rode, coasted and skated,

jumped rope and raked hay, worked in her garden and rowed her boat; so no wonder she longed for

something more lively than a daily promenade with a flock of giddy girls, who tilted along in highheeled

boots, and costumes which made Polly ashamed to be seen with some of them. So she used to slip out alone

sometimes, when Fanny was absorbed in novels, company, or millinery, and get fine brisk walks round the

park, on the unfashionable side, where the babies took their airings; or she went inside, to watch the boys

coasting, and to wish she could coast too, as she did at home. She never went far, and always came back rosy

One afternoon, just before dinner, she felt so tired of doing nothing, that she slipped out for a run. It had been

a dull day; but the sun was visible now, setting brightly below the clouds. It was cold but still and Polly

trotted down the smooth, snowcovered mall humming to herself, and trying not to feel homesick. The

coasters were at it with all their might, and she watched them, till her longing to join the fun grew irresistible.

On the hill, some little girls were playing with their sleds, real little girls, in warm hoods and coats, rubber

boots and mittens, and Polly felt drawn toward them in spite of her fear of Fan.

"I want to go down, but I dars n't, it 's so steep," said one of these "common children," as Maud called them.

"If you 'll lend me your sled, and sit in my lap, I 'll take you down all nice," answered Polly, in a confidential

The little girls took a look at her, seemed satisfied, and accepted her offer. Polly looked carefully round to see

that no fashionable eye beheld the awful deed, and finding all safe, settled her freight, and spun away down

hill, feeling all over the delightsome excitement of swift motion which makes coasting such a favorite

pastime with the more sensible portion of the childworld. One after another, she took the little girls down

the hill and dragged them up again, while they regarded her in the light of a graycoated angel, descended for

their express benefit. Polly was just finishing off with one delicious "go" all by herself, when she heard a

familiar whistle behind her, and before she could get off, up came Tom, looking as much astonished as if he

"Don't know, and don't care. Coasting is no harm; I like it, and I 'm going to do it, now I 've got a chance; so

clear the lulla!" And away went independent Polly, with her hair blowing in the wind, and an expression of

"Good for you, Polly!" And casting himself upon his sled, with the most reckless disregard for his ribs, off

whizzed Tom after her, and came alongside just as she reined up "General Grant" on the broad path below.

"Oh, won't you get it when we go home?" cried the young gentleman, even before he changed his graceful

"I shan't, if you don't go and tell; but of course you will," added Polly, sitting still, while an anxious

"If they ask me, I shall tell, of course; if they don't ask, I think there 's no harm in keeping still. I should n't

have done it, if I had n't known my mother was willing; but I don't wish to trouble your mother by telling of

"I think it was downright jolly; and I won't tell, if you don't want me to. Now, come up and have another,"

"Let 'em take it, it is n't good for much; and you come on mine. Mazeppa's a stunner; you see if he is n't."

So Polly tucked herself up in front, Tom hung on behind in some mysterious manner, and Mazeppa proved

that he fully merited his master's sincere if inelegant praise. They got on capitally now, for Tom was in his

proper sphere, and showed his best side, being civil and gay in the bluff boyfashion that was natural to him;

while Polly forgot to be shy, and liked this sort of "toughening" much better than the other. They laughed and

talked, and kept taking "just one more," till the sunshine was all gone, and the clocks struck dinnertime.

"We shall be late; let 's run," said Polly, as they came into the path after the last coast.

"You just sit still, and I 'll get you home in a jiffy;" and before she could unpack herself, Tom trotted off with

"Here 's a pair of cheeks! I wish you 'd get a color like this, Fanny," said Mr. Shaw, as Polly came into the

"Your nose is as red as that cranberry sauce," answered Fan, coming out of the big chair where she had been

"So it is," said Polly, shutting one eye to look at the offending feature. "Never mind; I 've had a good time,

"I don't see much fun in these cold runs you are so fond of taking," said Fanny, with a yawn and a shiver.

"Yes 'm; but I met Tom, and we came home together." Polly's eyes twinkled when she said that, and Tom

"Thomas, leave the table!" commanded Mr. Shaw, as his incorrigible son gurgled and gasped behind his

"I should n't think you 'd make him laugh, when he 's always making you cwy," observed Maud, who had just

"What have you been doing now, sir?" demanded Mr. Shaw, as Tom emerged, red and solemn, from his brief

"Nothing but coast," he said, gruffly, for papa was always lecturing him, and letting the girls do just as they

"So 's Polly; I saw her. Me and Blanche were coming home just now, and we saw her and Tom widing down

the hill on his sled, and then he dwagged her ever so far!" cried Maud, with her mouth full.

"Yes, I did, and liked it ever so much," answered Polly, looking anxious but resolute.

"It was horridly improper; and Tom ought to have told you so, if you did n't know any better. I should be

"Now, don't you scold. It 's no harm, and Polly shall coast if she wants to; may n't she, grandma?" cried Tom,

"My mother lets me; and if I don't go among the boys, I can't see what harm there is in it," said Polly, before

"People do many things in the country that are not proper here," began Mrs. Shaw, in her reproving tone.

"Let the child do it if she likes, and take Maud with her. I should be glad to have one hearty girl in my

"Thank you, sir," said Polly, gratefully, and nodded at Tom, who telegraphed back "All right!" and fell upon

"Oh, you slyboots! you 're getting up a flirtation with Tom, are you?" whispered Fanny to her friend, as if

"What!" and Polly looked so surprised and indignant, that Fanny was ashamed of herself, and changed the

Polly was very quiet after that, and the minute dinner was over, she left the room to go and have a quiet

"think" about the whole matter. Before she got halfway up stairs, she saw Tom coming after, and

immediately sat down to guard her feet. He laughed, and said, as he perched himself on the post of the

banisters, "I won't grab you, honor bright. I just wanted to say, if you 'll come out tomorrow some time, we

"Why not? Are you mad? I did n't tell." And Tom looked amazed at the change which had come over her.

"No; you kept your word, and stood by me like a good boy. I 'm not mad, either; but I don't mean to coast any

"That is n't the reason, I know. You nodded to me after she 'd freed her mind, and you meant to go then.

"Well, I did think you had more sense than most girls; but you have n't, and I would n't give a sixpence for

Polly knew she was, and held her peace, though she longed to speak; but how could she?

"Ah, I knew you 'd back out." And Tom walked away with an air of scorn that cut Polly to the heart.

"It 's too bad! Just as he was growing kind to me, and I was going to have a good time, it 's all spoilt by Fan's

nonsense. Mrs. Shaw don't like it, nor grandma either, I dare say. There 'll be a fuss if I go, and Fan will

plague me; so I 'll give it up, and let Tom think I 'm afraid. Oh, dear! I never did see such ridiculous people."

Polly shut her door hard, and felt ready to cry with vexation, that her pleasure should be spoilt by such a silly

idea; for, of all the silly freaks of this fast age, that of little people playing at love is about the silliest. Polly

had been taught that it was a very serious and sacred thing; and, according to her notions, it was far more

improper to flirt with one boy than to coast with a dozen. She had been much amazed, only the day before, to

hear Maud say to her mother, "Mamma, must I have a beau? The girls all do, and say I ought to have Fweddy

"Oh, yes; I 'd have a little sweetheart, dear, it 's so cunning," answered Mrs. Shaw. And Maud announced

soon after that she was engaged to "Fweddy, 'cause Hawry slapped her" when she proposed the match.

Polly laughed with the rest at the time; but when she thought of it afterward, and wondered what her own

mother would have said, if little Kitty had put such a question, she did n't find it cunning or funny, but

ridiculous and unnatural. She felt so now about herself; and when her first petulance was over, resolved to

give up coasting and everything else, rather than have any nonsense with Tom, who, thanks to his neglected

education, was as ignorant as herself of the charms of this new amusement for schoolchildren. So Polly tried

to console herself by jumping rope in the backyard, and playing tag with Maud in the dryingroom, where

she likewise gave lessons in "nasgimnics," as Maud called it, which did that little person good. Fanny

came up sometimes to teach them a new dancing step, and more than once was betrayed into a game of

romps, for which she was none the worse. But Tom turned a cold shoulder to Polly, and made it evident, by

Another thing that troubled Polly was her clothes, for, though no one said anything, she knew they were very

plain; and now and then she wished that her blue and mouse colored merinos were rather more trimmed, her

sashes had bigger bows, and her little ruffles more lace on them. She sighed for a locket, and, for the first

time in her life, thought seriously of turning up her pretty curls and putting on a "wad." She kept these

discontents to herself, however, after she had written to ask her mother if she might have her best dress

altered like Fanny's, and received this reply: "No, dear; the dress is proper and becoming as it is, and the old

fashion of simplicity the best for all of us. I don't want my Polly to be loved for her clothes, but for herself; so

wear the plain frocks mother took such pleasure in making for you, and let the panniers go. The least of us

have some influence in this big world; and perhaps my little girl can do some good by showing others that a

contented heart and a happy face are better ornaments than any Paris can give her. You want a locket, deary;

so I send one that my mother gave me years ago. You will find father's face on one side, mine on the other;

and when things trouble you, just look at your talisman, and I think the sunshine will come back again."

Of course it did, for the best of all magic was shut up in the quaint little case that Polly wore inside her frock,

and kissed so tenderly each night and morning. The thought that, insignificant as she was, she yet might do

some good, made her very careful of her acts and words, and so anxious to keep head contented and face

happy, that she forgot her clothes, and made others do the same. She did not know it, but that good old

fashion of simplicity made the plain gowns pretty, and the grace of unconsciousness beautified their little

wearer with the charm that makes girlhood sweetest to those who truly love and reverence it. One temptation

Polly had already yielded to before the letter came, and repented heartily of afterward.

"Polly, I wish you 'd let me call you Marie," said Fanny one day, as they were shopping together.

"You may call me Mary, if you like; but I won't have any ie put on to my name. I 'm Polly at home and I 'm

"And what a jumble of Netties, Nellies, Hatties, and Sallies there is. How 'Pollie' would look spelt so!"

"Well, never mind; that was n't what I began to say. There 's one thing you must have, and that is, bronze

"Because it 's the fashion to have them, and you can't be finished off properly without. I 'm going to get a

"Eight or nine dollars, I believe. I have mine charged; but it don't matter if you have n't got the money. I can

"I 've got ten dollars to do what I like with; but it 's meant to get some presents for the children." And Polly

"You can make presents easy enough. Grandma knows all sorts of nice contrivances. They 'll do just as well;

"Well; I 'll look at them," said Polly, following Fanny into the store, feeling rather rich and important to be

"Are n't they lovely? Your foot is perfectly divine in that boot, Polly. Get them for my party; you 'll dance

Polly surveyed the dainty, shining boot with the scalloped top, the jaunty heel, and the delicate toe, thought

her foot did look very well in it, and after a little pause, said she would have them. It was all very delightful

till she got home, and was alone; then, on looking into her purse, she saw one dollar and the list of things she

meant to get for mother and the children. How mean the dollar looked all alone! and how long the list grew

"I can't make skates for Ned, nor a desk for Will; and those are what they have set their hearts upon. Father's

book and mother's collar are impossible now; and I 'm a selfish thing to go and spend all my money for

myself. How could I do it?" And Polly eyed the new boots reproachfully, as they stood in the first position as

if ready for the party. "They are lovely; but I don't believe they will feel good, for I shall be thinking about

my lost presents all the time," sighed Polly, pushing the enticing boots out of sight. "I 'll go and ask grandma

what I can do; for if I 've got to make something for every one, I must begin right away, or I shan't get done;"

Grandma proved equal to the emergency, and planned something for every one, supplying materials, taste,

and skill in the most delightful manner. Polly felt much comforted; but while she began to knit a pretty pair

of white bedsocks, to be tied with rosecolored ribbons, for her mother, she thought some very sober

thoughts upon the subject of temptation; and if any one had asked her just then what made her sigh, as if

"IT 'S so wainy, I can't go out, and evwybody is so cwoss they won't play with me," said Maud, when Polly

"I 'll play with you; only don't scream and wake your mother. What shall we play?"

"I don't know; I 'm tired of evwything, 'cause my toys are all bwoken, and my dolls are all sick but Clawa,"

moaned Maud, giving a jerk to the Paris doll which she held upside down by one leg in the most unmaternal

"I 'm going to dress a dolly for my little sister; would n't you like to see me do it?" asked Polly, persuasively,

"No, I should n't, 'cause she 'll look nicer than my Clawa. Her clothes won't come off; and Tom spoilt 'em

"Would n't you like to rip these clothes off, and have me show you how to make some new ones, so you can

"Yes; I love to cut." And Maud's, face brightened; for destructiveness is one of the earliest traits of childhood,

Establishing themselves in the deserted diningroom, the children fell to work; and when Fanny discovered

them, Maud was laughing with all her heart at poor Clara, who, denuded of her finery, was cutting up all sorts

"I should think you 'd be ashamed to play with dolls, Polly. I have n't touched one this ever so long," said

"I ain't ashamed, for it keeps Maud happy, and will please my sister Kitty; and I think sewing is better than

prinking or reading silly novels, so, now." And Polly stitched away with a resolute air, for she and Fanny had

had a little tiff; because Polly would n't let her friend do up her hair "like other folks," and bore her ears.

"Don't be cross, dear, but come and do something nice, it 's so dull today," said Fanny, anxious to be friends

"You always are busy. I never saw such a girl. What in the world do you find to do all the time?" asked

Fanny, watching with interest the set of the little red merino frock Polly was putting on to her doll.

"Lots of things; but I like to be lazy sometimes as much as you do; just lie on the sofa, and read fairy stories,

or think about nothing. Would you have a whitemuslin apron or a black silk?" added Polly, surveying her

"Muslin, with pockets and tiny blue bows. I 'll show you how." And forgetting her hate and contempt for

The dull day brightened wonderfully after that, and the time flew pleasantly, as tongues and needles went

together. Grandma peeped in, and smiled at the busy group, saying, "Sew away, my dears; dollies are safe

companions, and needlework an accomplishment that 's sadly neglected nowadays. Small stitches, Maud;

neat buttonholes, Fan; cut carefully, Polly, and don't waste your cloth. Take pains; and the best needlewoman

Fanny exerted herself, and won the prize, for Polly helped Maud, and neglected her own work; but she did n't

care much, for Mr. Shaw said, looking at the three bright faces at the teatable, "I guess Polly has been

making sunshine for you today." "No, indeed, sir, I have n't done anything, only dress Maud's doll."

And Polly did n't think she had done much; but it was one of the little things which are always waiting to be

done in this world of ours, where rainy days come so often, where spirits get out of tune, and duty won't go

hand in hand with pleasure. Little things of this sort are especially good work for little people; a kind little

thought, an unselfish little act, a cheery little word, are so sweet and comfortable, that no one can fail to feel

their beauty and love the giver, no matter how small they are. Mothers do a deal of this sort of thing, unseen,

unthanked, but felt and remembered long afterward, and never lost, for this is the simple magic that binds

She loved to do the "little things" that others did not see, or were too busy to stop for; and while doing them,

without a thought of thanks, she made sunshine for herself as well as others. There was so much love in her

own home, that she quickly felt the want of it in Fanny's, and puzzled herself to find out why these people

were not kind and patient to one another. She did not try to settle the question, but did her best to love and

serve and bear with each, and the good will, the gentle heart, the helpful ways and simple manners of our

Polly made her dear to every one, for these virtues, even in a little child, are lovely and attractive.

Mr. Shaw was very kind to her, for he liked her modest, respectful manners; and Polly was so grateful for his

many favors, that she soon forgot her fear, and showed her affection in all sorts of confiding little ways,

which pleased him extremely. She used to walk across the park with him when he went to his office in the

morning, talking busily all the way, and saying "Goodby" with a nod and a smile when they parted at the

great gate. At first, Mr. Shaw did not care much about it; but soon he missed her if she did not come, and

found that something fresh and pleasant seemed to brighten all his day, if a small, graycoated figure, with an

intelligent face, a merry voice, and a little hand slipped confidingly into his, went with him through the

wintry park. Coming home late, he liked to see a curly, brown head watching at the window; to find his

slippers ready, his paper in its place, and a pair of willing feet, eager to wait upon him. "I wish my Fanny was

more like her," he often said to himself, as he watched the girls, while they thought him deep in politics or the

state of the money market. Poor Mr. Shaw had been so busy getting rich, that he had not found time to teach

his children to love him; he was more at leisure now, and as his boy and girls grew up, he missed something.

Polly was unconsciously showing him what it was, and making childlove so sweet, that he felt he could not

do without it any more, yet did n't quite know how to win the confidence of the children, who had always

As the girls were going to bed one night, Polly kissed grandma, as usual, and Fanny laughed at her, saying,

"I don't think people ever are too old to kiss their fathers and mothers," was the quick answer.

"Right, my little Polly;" and Mr. Shaw stretched out his hand to her with such a kindly look, that Fanny stared

surprised, and then said, shyly, "I thought you did n't care about it, father." "I do, my dear:" And Mr. Shaw

put out the other hand to Fanny, who gave him a daughterly kiss, quite forgetting everything but the tender

feeling that sprung up in her heart at the renewal of the childish custom which we never need outgrow.

Mrs. Shaw was a nervous, fussy invalid, who wanted something every five minutes; so Polly found plenty of

small things to do for her and did, them so cheerfully, that the poor lady loved to have the quiet, helpful child

near, to wait upon her, read to her, run errands, or hand the seven different shawls which were continually

Grandma, too, was glad to find willing hands and feet to serve her; and Polly passed many happy hours in the

quaint rooms, learning all sorts of pretty arts, and listening to pleasant chat, never dreaming how much

Tom was Polly's rock ahead for a long time, because he was always breaking out in a new place, and one

never knew where to find him. He tormented yet amused her; was kind one day, and a bear the next; at times

she fancied he was never going to be bad again, and the next thing she knew he was deep in mischief, and

hooted at the idea of repentance and reformation. Polly gave him up as a hard case; but was so in the habit of

helping any one who seemed in trouble, that she was good to him simply because she could n't help it.

"What 's the matter? Is your lesson too hard for you?" she asked one evening, as a groan made her look across

the table to where Tom sat scowling over a pile of dilapidated books, with his hands in his hair, as if his head

"Hard! Guess it is. What in thunder do I care about the old Carthaginians? Regulus was n't bad; but I 'm sick

of him!" And Tom dealt "Harkness's Latin Reader" a thump, which expressed his feelings better than words.

"I like Latin, and used to get on well when I studied it with Jimmy. Perhaps I can help you a little bit," said

But Polly was used to him now, and, nothing daunted, took a look at the grimy page in the middle of which

Tom had stuck. She read it so well, that the young gentleman stopped munching to regard her with respectful

astonishment, and when she stopped, he said, suspiciously, "You are a sly one, Polly, to study up so you can

show off before me. But it won't do, ma'am; turn over a dozen pages, and try again."

Polly obeyed, and did even better than before, saying, as she looked up, with a laugh, "I 've been through the

"I studied with Jimmy, and kept up with him, for father let us be together in all our lessons. It was so nice,

"Yes; but he 's dead, you know. I 'll tell about him some other time; you ought to study now, and perhaps I

"Should n't wonder if you could." And Tom spread the book between them with a grave and businesslike

air, for he felt that Polly had got the better of him, and it behooved him to do his best for the honor of his sex.

He went at the lesson with a will, and soon floundered out of his difficulties, for Polly gave him a lift here

and there, and they went on swimmingly, till they came to some rules to be learned. Polly had forgotten them,

so they, both committed them to memory; Tom, with hands in his pockets, rocked to and fro, muttering

rapidly, while Polly twisted the little curl on her forehead and stared at the wall, gabbling with all her might.

"Done!" echoed Polly; and then they heard each other recite till both were perfect "That 's pretty good fun,"

said Tom, joyfully, tossing poor Harkness away, and feeling that the pleasant excitement of companionship

"Now, ma'am, we 'll take a turn at algibbera. I like that as much as I hate Latin."

Polly accepted the invitation, and soon owned that Tom could beat her here. This fact restored his equnimity;

but he did n't crow over her, far from it; for he helped her with a paternal patience that made her eyes twinkle

with suppressed fun, as he soberly explained and illustrated, unconsciously imitating Dominie Deane, till

"You may have another go at it any, time you like," generously remarked Tom, as he shied the algebra after

"I 'll come every evening, then. I 'd like to, for I have n't studied a bit since I came. You shall try and make

"Oh, I 'd like it well enough, if there was any one explain it to me. Old Deane puts us through doublequick,

"Now, Tom! it 's wrong of you to say so. Of course he loves you ever so much more than he does me," cried

"Why don't he show it then?" muttered Tom, with a halfwistful, halfdefiant glance toward the library door,

"You act so, how can he?" asked Polly, after a pause, in which she put Tom's question to herself, and could

"Why don't he give me my velocipede? He said, if I did well at school for a month, I should have it; and I 've

been pegging away like fury for most six weeks, and he don't do a thing about it. The girls get their duds,

because they tease. I won't do that anyway; but you don't catch me studying myself to death, and no pay for

"It is too bad; but you ought to do it because it 's right, and never mind being paid," began Polly, trying to be

"Don't you preach, Polly. If the governor took any notice of me, and cared how I got on, I would n't mind the

presents so much; but he don't care a hang, and never even asked if I did well last declamation day, when I 'd

"Oh, Tom! Did you say that? It 's splendid! Jim and I used to say Horatius together, and it was such fun. Do

"It 's dreadful long," began Tom; but his face brightened, for Polly's interest soothed his injured feelings, and

he was glad to prove his elocutionary powers. He began without much spirit; but soon the martial ring of the

lines fired him, and before he knew it, he was on his legs thundering away in grand style, while Polly listened

with kindling face and absorbed attention. Tom did declaim well, for he quite forgot himself, and delivered

the stirring ballad with an energy that made Polly flush and tingle with admiration and delight, and quite

electrified a second listener, who had heard all that went on, and watched the little scene from behind his

As Tom paused, breathless, and Polly clapped her hands enthusiastically, the sound was loudly echoed from

behind him. Both whirled round, and there was Mr. Shaw, standing in the doorway, applauding with all his

Tom looked much abashed, and said not a word; Polly ran to Mr. Shaw, and danced before him, saying,

eagerly, "Was n't it splendid? Did n't he do well? May n't he have his velocipede now?"

"Capital, Tom; you 'll be an orator yet. Learn another piece like that, and I 'll come and hear you speak it. Are

Polly was right; and Tom owned that "the governor" was kind, did like him and had n't entirely forgotten his

promise. The boy turned red with pleasure, and picked at the buttons on his jacket, while listening to this

unexpected praise; but when he spoke, he looked straight up in his father's face, while his own shone with

pleasure, as he answered, in one breath, "Thankee, sir. I 'll do it, sir. Guess I am, sir!"

"Very good; then look out for your new horse tomorrow, sir." And Mr. Shaw stroked the fuzzy red head with

a kind hand, feeling a fatherly pleasure in the conviction that there was something in his boy after all.

Tom got his velocipede next day, named it Black Auster, in memory of the horse in "The Battle of Lake

"Come out and see me go it," whispered Tom to Polly, after three days' practice in the street, for he had

Polly and Maud willingly went, and watched his struggles, with deep interest, till he got an upset, which

"Hi, there! Auster's coming!" shouted Tom, as came rattling down the long, steep street outside the park.

They stepped aside, and he whizzed by, arms and legs going like mad, with the general appearance of a

runaway engine. It would have been a triumphant descent, if a big dog had not bounced suddenly through one

of the openings, and sent the whole concern helterskelter into the gutter. Polly laughed as she ran to view

the ruin. for Tom lay flat on his back with the velocipede atop him, while the big dog barked wildly, and his

master scolded him for his awkwardness. But when she saw Tom's face, Polly was frightened, for the color

had all gone out of it, his eyes looked strange and dizzy, and drops of blood began to trickle from a great cut

on his forehead. The man saw it, too, and had him up in a minute; but he could n't stand, and stared about him

in a dazed sort of way, as he sat on the curbstone, while Polly held her handkerchief to his forehead, and

"Don't scare mother, I 'm all right. Got upset, did n't I?" he asked, presently, eyeing the prostrate velocipede

"I knew you 'd hurt yourself with that horrid thing just let it be, and come home, for your head bleeds

dreadfully, and everybody is looking at us," whispered Polly, trying to tie the little handkerchief over the ugly

"Come on, then. Jove! how queer my head feels! Give us a boost, please. Stop howling, Maud, and come

home. You bring the machine, and I 'll pay you, Pat." As he spoke, Tom slowly picked himself and steadying

himself by Polly's shoulder, issued commands, and the procession fell into line. First, the big dog, barking at

intervals; then the goodnatured Irishman, trundling "that divil of a whirligig," as he disrespectfully called

the idolized velocipede; then the wounded hero, supported by the helpful Polly; and Maud brought up the rear

Unfortunately, Mrs. Shaw was out driving with grandma, and Fanny was making calls; so that there was no

one but Polly to stand by Tom, for the parlormaid turned faint at the sight of blood, and the chambermaid

lost her wits in the flurry. It was a bad cut, and must be sewed up at once, the doctor said, as soon as he came.

"Somebody must hold his head;" he added, as he threaded his queer little needle.

"I 'll keep still, but if anybody must hold me, let Polly. You ain't afraid, are you?" asked Tom, with imploring

Polly was just going to shrink away, saying, "Oh I can't!" when she remembered that Tom once called her a

coward. Here was a chance to prove that she was n't; besides, poor Tom had no one else to help him; so she

came up to the sofa where he lay, and nodded reassuringly, as she put a soft little hand on either side of the

"You are a trump, Polly," whispered Tom. Then he set his teeth, clenched his hands, lay quite still, and bore it

like a man. It was all over in a minute or two, and when he had had a glass of wine, and was nicely settled on

his bed, he felt pretty comfortable, in spite of the pain in his head; and being ordered to keep quiet, he said,

"Thank you ever so much, Polly," and watched her with a grateful face as she crept away.

He had to keep the house for a week, and laid about looking very interesting with a great black patch on his

forehead. Every one 'petted him;' for the doctor said, that if the blow had been an inch nearer the temple, it

would have been fatal, and the thought of losing him so suddenly made bluff old Tom very precious all at

once. His father asked him how he was a dozen times a day; his mother talked continually of "that dear boy's

narrow escape"; and grandma cockered him up with every delicacy she could invent; and the girls waited on

him like devoted slaves. This new treatment had an excellent effect; for when neglected Tom got over his

first amazement at this change of base, he blossomed out delightfully, as sick people do sometimes, and

surprised his family by being unexpectedly patient, grateful, and amiable. Nobody ever knew how much good

it did him; for boys seldom have confidences of this sort except with their mothers, and Mrs. Shaw had never

found the key to her son's heart. But a little seed was sowed then that took root, and though it grew very

slowly, it came to something in the end. Perhaps Polly helped it a little. Evening was his hardest time, for

want of exercise made him as restless and nervous as it was possible for a hearty lad to be on such a short

He could n't sleep so the girls amused him; Fanny played and read aloud; Polly sung, and told stories; and did

the latter so well, that it got to be a regular thing for her to begin as soon as twilight came, and Tom was

"Fire away, Polly," said the young sultan, one evening, as his little Scheherazade sat down in her low chair,

"I don't feel like stories tonight, Tom. I 've told all I know, and can't make up any more," answered Polly,

leaning her head on her hand with a sorrowful look that Tom had never seen before. He watched her a

minute, and then asked, curiously, "What were you thinking about, just now, when you sat staring at the fire,

"Would you mind telling about him? You know, you said you would some time; but don't, if you 'd rather

"I like to talk about him; but there is n't much to tell," began Polly, grateful for his interest. "Sitting here with

you reminded me of the way I used to sit with him when he was sick. We used to have such happy times, and

"No, he was n't; but he tried to be, and mother says that is half the battle. We used to get tired of trying; but

we kept making resolutions, and working hard to keep 'em. I don't think I got on much; but Jimmy did, and

"Yes, indeed, sometimes; but we could n't stay mad, and always made it up again as soon as we could. Jimmy

used to come round first, and say, 'All serene, Polly,' so kind and jolly, that I could n't help laughing and

"Yes, I think he did, for he liked to study, and wanted to get on, so he could help father. People used to call

him a fine boy, and I felt so proud to hear it; but they did n't know half how wise he was, because he did n't

show off a bit. I suppose sisters always are grand of their brothers; but I don't believe many girls had as much

"Most girls don't care two pins about their brothers; so that shows you don't know much about it."

"Well, they ought to, if they don't; and they would if the boys were as kind to them as Jimmy was to me."

"Loved me dearly, and was n't ashamed to show it," cried Polly, with a sob in her voice, that made her answer

"He got hurt coasting, last winter; but he never told which boy did it, and he only lived a week. I helped take

care of him; and he was so patient, I used to wonder at him, for he was in dreadful pain all time. He gave me

his books, and his dog, and his speckled hens, and his big knife, and said, 'Goodby, Polly,' and kissed me the

Poor Polly's eyes had been getting fuller and fuller, lips trembling more and more, as she went on; when she

came to that "goodby," she could n't get any further, but covered up her face, and cried as her heart would

break. Tom was full of sympathy, but did n't know how to show it; so he sat shaking up the camphor bottle,

and trying to think of something proper and comfortable to say, when Fanny came to the rescue, and cuddled

Polly in her arms, with soothing little pats and whispers and kisses, till the tears stopped, and Polly said, she

"did n't mean to, and would n't any more. I 've been thinking about my dear boy all the evening, for Tom

"So are you, when you choose. Has n't he been good and patient, and don't we all like to pet him when he 's

clever, Fan?"' said Polly, whose heart was still aching for her brother, and ready for his sake to find virtues

"Yes; I don't know the boy lately; but he 'll be as bad as ever when he 's well," returned Fanny, who had n't

"Much you know about it," growled Tom, lying down again, for he had sat bolt upright when Polly made the

astounding declaration that he was like the wellbeloved Jimmy. That simple little history had made a deep

impression on Tom, and the tearful ending touched the tender spot that most boys hide so carefully. It is very

pleasant to be loved and admired, very sweet to think we shall be missed and mourned when we die; and Tom

was seized with a sudden desire to imitate this boy, who had n't done anything wonderful, yet was so dear to

his sister, that she cried for him a whole year after he was dead; so studious and clever, the people called him

"a fine fellow"; and so anxious to be good, that he kept on trying, till he was better even than Polly, whom

"And I just wish I had a brother like Jim," cried Fanny, for she felt the reproach in Tom's words, and knew

"I should n't think you 'd envy anybody, for you 've got one another," said Polly, with such a wistful look, that

it suddenly set Tom and Fanny to wondering why they did n't have better times together, and enjoy

"I would n't say such things, for if anything should happen to either of you, the other one would feel so sorry.

Every cross word I ever said to Jimmy comes back now, and makes me wish I had n't."

Two great tears rolled down Polly's cheeks, and were quietly wiped away; but I think they watered that sweet

sentiment, called fraternal love, which till now had been neglected in the hearts of this brother and sister.

They did n't say anything then, or make any plans, or confess any faults; but when they parted for the night,

Fanny gave the wounded head a gentle pat (Tom never would have forgiven her if she had kissed him), and

That was all; but it meant a good deal, for the voices were kind, and the eyes met full of that affection which

makes words of little consequence. Polly saw it; and though she did n't know that she had made the sunshine,

it shone back upon her so pleasantly, that she fell happily asleep, though her Jimmy was n't there to say

AFTER being unusually good, children are apt to turn short round and refresh themselves by acting like

Sancho. For a week after Tom's mishap, the young folks were quite angelic, so much so that grandma said

she was afraid "something was going to happen to them." The dear old lady need n't have felt anxious, for

such excessive virtue does n't last long enough to lead to translation, except with little prigs in the goody

storybooks; and no sooner was Tom on his legs again, when the whole party went astray, and much

It all began with "Polly's stupidity," as Fan said afterward. Just as Polly ran down to meet Mr. Shaw one

evening, and was helping him off with his coat, the bell rang, and a fine bouquet of hothouse flowers was left

in Polly's hands, for she never could learn city ways, and opened the door herself.

"Hey! what's this? My little Polly is beginning early, after all," said Mr. Shaw, laughing, as he watched the

girl's face dimple and flush, as she smelt the lovely nosegay, and glanced at a note half hidden in the

Now, if Polly had n't been "stupid," as Fan said, she would have had her wits about her, and let it pass; but,

you see, Polly was an honest little soul and it never occurred to her that there was any need of concealment,

so she answered in her straightforward way, "Oh, they ain't for me, sir; they are for Fan; from Mr. Frank, I

"That puppy sends her things of this sort, does he?" And Mr. Shaw looked far from pleased as he pulled out

Polly had her doubts about Fan's approval of that "sort of thing," but dared not say a word, and stood thinking

how she used to show her father the funny valentines the boys sent her, and how they laughed over them

together. But Mr. Shaw did not laugh when he had read the sentimental verses accompanying the bouquet,

and his face quite scared Polly, as he asked, angrily, "How long has this nonsense been going on?"

"Indeed, sir, I don't know. Fan does n't mean any harm. I wish I had n't said anything!" stammered Polly,

remembering the promise given to Fanny the day of the concert. She had forgotten all about it and had

become accustomed to see the "big boys," as she called Mr. Frank and his friends, with the girls on all

occasions. Now, it suddenly occurred to her that Mr. Shaw did n't like such amusements, and had forbidden

Fan to indulge in them. "Oh, dear! how mad she will be. Well, I can't help it. Girls should n't have secrets

from their fathers, then there would n't be any fuss," thought Polly, as she watched Mr. Shaw twist up the

pink note and poke it back among the flowers which he took from her, saying, shortly, "Send Fanny to me in

"Now you 've done it, you stupid thing!" cried Fanny, both angry and dismayed, when Polly delivered the

"I will if I can; but I won't tell lies for anybody!" cried Polly, getting excited.

"Then I 'd better not go down," began Polly, when a stern voice from below called, like Bluebeard, "Are you

"Yes, sir," answered a meek voice; and Fanny clutched Polly, whispering, "You must come; I 'm frightened

Mr. Shaw stood on the rug, looking rather grim; the bouquet lay on the table, and beside it a note, directed to

"Frank Moore, Esq.," in a very decided hand, with a fiercelooking flourish after the "Esq." Pointing to this

impressive epistle, Mr. Shaw said, knitting his black eyebrows as he looked at Fanny, "I 'm going to put a

stop to this nonsense at once; and if I see any more of it, I 'll send you to school in a Canadian convent."

This awful threat quite took Polly's breath away; but Fanny had heard it before, and having a temper of her

own, said, pertly, "I 'm sure I have n't done anything so very dreadful. I can't help it if the boys send me

"There was nothing about philopenas in the note. But that 's not the question. I forbid you to have anything to

do with this Moore. He 's not a boy, but a fast fellow, and I won't have him about. You knew this, and yet

"Oh, please, sir, don't ask me. I promised I would n't that is Fanny will tell you," cried Polly, quite red with

"No matter about your promise; tell me all you know of this absurd affair. It will do Fanny more good than

harm." And Mr. Shaw sat down looking more amiable, for Polly's dismay touched him.

"I don't care," answered Fan, looking both angry and ashamed, as she stood sullenly tying knots in her

So Polly told, with much reluctance and much questioning, all she knew of the walks, the lunches, the

meetings, and the notes. It was n't much, and evidently less serious than Mr. Shaw expected; for, as he

listened, his eyebrows smoothed themselves out, and more than once his lips twitched as if he wanted to

laugh, for after all, it was rather comical to see how the young people aped their elders, playing the

"Oh, please, sir, don't blame Fan much, for she truly is n't half as silly as Trix and the other, girls. She would

n't go sleighriding, though Mr. Frank teased, and she wanted to ever so much. She 's sorry, I know, and

won't forget what you say any more, if you 'll forgive her this once," cried Polly, very earnestly, when the

"I don't see how I can help it, when you plead so well for her. Come here, Fan, and mind this one thing; drop

all this nonsense, and attend to your books, or off you go; and Canada is no joke in winter time, let me tell

As he spoke, Mr. Shaw stroked his sulky daughter's cheek, hoping to see some sign of regret; but Fanny felt

injured, and would n't show that she was sorry, so she only said, pettishly, "I suppose I can have my flowers,

"They are going straight back where they came from, with a line from me, which will keep that puppy from

ever sending you any more." Ringing the bell, Mr, Shaw despatched the unfortunate posy, and then turned to

Polly, saying, kindly but gravely, "Set this silly child of mine a good example and do your best for her, won't

"Me? What can I do, sir?" asked Polly, looking ready, but quite ignorant how to begin.

"Make her as like yourself as possible, my dear; nothing would please me better. Now go, and let us hear no

They went without a word, and Mr. Shaw heard no more of the affair; but poor Polly did, for Fan scolded her,

till Polly thought seriously of packing up and going home next day. I really have n't the heart to relate the

dreadful lectures she got, the snubs she suffered, or the cold shoulders turned upon her for several days after

this. Polly's heart was full, but she told no one, and bore her trouble silently, feeling her friend's ingratitude

Tom found out what the matter was, and sided with Polly, which proceeding led to scrape number two.

"Where 's Fan?" asked the young gentleman, strolling into his sister's room, where Polly lay on the sofa,

Polly laughed, and turned a page. Tom whistled a minute, then sighed deeply, and put his hand to his

"All right," returned the perjured boy, who had discovered that a broken head was sometimes more useful

than a whole one, and exulting in his base stratagem, he roved about the room, till Fan's bureau arrested him.

It was covered with all sorts of finery, for she had dressed in a hurry, and left everything topsyturvy. A

wellconducted boy would have let things alone, or a moral brother would have put things to rights; being

neither, Tom rummaged to his hearts content, till Fan's drawers looked as if some one had been making hay

in them. He tried the effect of earrings, ribbons, and collars; wound up the watch, though it was n't time;

burnt his inquisitive nose with smellingsalts; deluged his grimy handkerchief with Fan's best cologne;

anointed his curly crop with her hairoil; powdered his face with her violetpowder; and finished off by

pinning on a bunch of false ringlets, which Fanny tried, to keep a profound secret. The ravages committed by

this bad boy are beyond the power of language to describe, as he revelled in the interesting drawers, boxes,

When the curls had been put on, with much pricking of fingers, and a blue ribbon added, . la Fan, he surveyed

himself with satisfaction, and considered the effect so fine, that he was inspired to try a still greater

metamorphosis. The dress Fan had taken off lay on a chair, and into it got Tom, chuckling with suppressed

laughter, for Polly was absorbed, and the bedcurtains hid his iniquity. Fan's best velvet jacket and hat,

ermine muff, and a sofapillow for pannier, finished off the costume, and tripping along with elbows out,

Tom appeared before the amazed Polly just as the chapter ended. She enjoyed the joke so heartily, that Tom

forgot consequences, and proposed going down into the parlor to surprise, the girls.

"Goodness, no! Fanny never would forgive us if you showed her curls and things to those people. There are

gentlemen among them, and it would n't be proper," said Polly, alarmed at the idea.

"All the more fun. Fan has n't treated you well, and it will serve her right if you introduce me as your dear

"I would n't for the world; it would be so mean. Take 'em off, Tom, and I 'll play anything else you like."

"I ain't going to dress up for nothing; I look so lovely, someone must admire me. Take me down, Polly, and

Tom looked so unutterably ridiculous as he tossed his curls and pranced, that Polly went off into another gale

of merriment; but even while she laughed, she resolved not to let him mortify his sister.

"So." And Polly locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and nodded at him defiantly.

Tom was a pepperpot as to temper, and anything like opposition always had a bad effect. Forgetting his

costume, he strode up to Polly, saying, with a threatening wag of the, head, "None of that. I won't stand it."

"Now, Tom, don't be savage. I only want to keep you out of a scrape, for Fan will be raging if you go. Take

Tom vouchsafed no reply, but marched to the other door, which was fast, as Polly knew, looked out of the

threestory window, and finding no escape possible, came back with a wrathful face. "Will you give me that

Tom paused as Polly spoke, evidently ashamed of himself; but his temper was up, and he would n't give in. If

Polly had cried a little just here, he would have yielded; unfortunately she giggled, for Tom's fierce attitude

was such a funny contrast to his dress that she could n't help it. That settled the matter. No girl that ever lived

should giggle at him, much less lock him up like a small child. Without a word, he made a grab at Polly's

arm, for the hand holding the key was still in her, pocket. With her other hand she clutched her frock, and for

a minute held on stoutly. But Tom's strong fingers were irresistible; rip went the pocket, out came the hand,

"It 's your own fault if you 're hurt. I did n't mean to," muttered Tom, as he hastily departed, leaving Polly to

groan over her sprained wrist. He went down, but not into the parlor, for somehow the joke seemed to have

lost its relish; so he made the girls in the kitchen laugh, and then crept up the back way, hoping to make it all

right with Polly. But she had gone to grandma's room, for, though the old lady was out, it seemed a refuge.

He had just time to get things in order, when Fanny came up, crosser than ever; for Trix had been telling her

of all sorts of fun in which she might have had a share, if Polly had held her tongue.

"Moping in her room, I suppose," replied Tom, who was discovered reading studiously.

Now, while this had been happening, Maud had been getting into hot water also; for when her maid left her,

to see a friend below, Miss Maud paraded into Polly's room, and solaced herself with mischief. In an evil

hour Polly had let her play boat in her big trunk, which stood empty. Since then Polly had stored some of her

most private treasures in the upper tray, so that she might feel sure they were safe from all eyes. She had

forgotten to lock the trunk, and when Maud raised the lid to begin her voyage, several objects of interest met

her eyes. She was deep in her researches when Fan came in and looked over her shoulder, feeling too cross

As Polly had no money for presents, she had exerted her ingenuity to devise all sorts of gifts, hoping by

quantity to atone for any shortcomings in quality. Some of her attempts were successful, others were failures;

but she kept them all, fine or funny, knowing the children at home would enjoy anything new. Some of

Maud's castoff toys had been neatly mended for Kitty; some of Fan's old ribbons and laces were converted

into dolls' finery; and Tom's little figures, whittled out of wood in idle minutes, were laid away to show Will

"Don't you laugh at Polly's things. She makes nicer dolls than you, Fan; and she can wite and dwar ever so

much better than Tom," cried Maud. "How do you know? I never saw her draw," said Tom.

"Here 's a book with lots of pictures in it. I can't wead the witing; but the pictures are so funny."

Eager to display her friend's accomplishments, Maud pulled out a fat little book, marked "Polly's Journal,"

"Just one peep," answered Fanny; and the next minute both were laughing at a droll sketch of Tom in the

gutter, with the big dog howling over him, and the velocipede running away. Very rough and faulty, but so

funny, that it was evident Polly's sense of humor was strong. A few pages farther back came Fanny and Mr.

Frank, caricatured; then grandma, carefully done; Tom reciting his battlepiece; Mr. Shaw and Polly in the

park; Maud being borne away by Katy; and all the schoolgirls turned into ridicule with an unsparing hand.

"Sly little puss, to make fun of us behind our backs," said Fan, rather nettled by Polly's quiet retaliation for

"She does draw well," said Tom, looking critically at the sketch of a boy with a pleasant face, round whom

Polly had drawn rays like the sun, and under which was written, "My dear Jimmy."

"You would n't admire her, if you knew what she wrote here about you," said Fanny, whose eyes had strayed

to the written page opposite, and lingered there long enough to read something that excited her curiosity.

"She says, 'I try to like Tom, and when he is pleasant we do very well; but he don't stay so long. He gets cross

and rough, and disrespectful to his father and mother, and plagues us girls, and is so horrid I almost hate him.

"Go ahead, and see how she comes down on you, ma'am," retorted Tom, who had read on a bit.

"Does she?" And Fanny continued, rapidly: "As for Fan, I don't think we can be friends any more; for she

told her father a lie, and won't forgive me for not doing so too. I used to think her a very fine girl; but I don't

now. If she would be as she was when I first knew her, I should love her just the same; but she is n't kind to

me; and though she is always talking about politeness, I don't think it is polite to treat company as she does

me. She thinks I am odd and countrified, and I dare say I am; but I should n't laugh at a girl's clothes because

she was poor, or keep her out of the way because she did n't do just as other girls do here. I see her make fun

of me, and I can't feel as I did; and I 'd go home, only it would seem ungrateful to Mr. Shaw and grandma,

"I say, Fan, you 've got it now. Shut the book and come away," cried Tom, enjoying this broadside

"Just one bit more," whispered Fanny, turning on a page or two, and stopping at a leaf that was blurred here

"Sunday morning, early. Nobody is up to spoil my quiet time, and I must. write my journal, for I 've been so

bad lately, I could n't bear to do it. I 'm glad my visit is most done, for things worry me here, and there is n't

any one to help me get right when I get wrong. I used to envy Fanny; but I don't now, for her father and

mother don't take care of her as mine do of me. She is afraid of her father, and makes her mother do as she

likes. I 'm glad I came though, for I see money don't give people everything; but I 'd like a little all the same,

for it is so comfortable to buy nice things. I read over my journal just now, and I 'm afraid it 's not a good one;

for I have said all sorts of things about the people here, and it is n't kind. I should tear it out, only I promised

to keep my diary, and I want to talk over things that puzzle me with mother. I see now that it is my fault a

good deal; for I have n't been half as patient, and pleasant as I ought to be. I will truly try for the rest of the

time, and be as good and grateful as I can; for I want them to like me, though I 'm only 'an oldfashioned

That last sentence made Fanny shut the book, with a face full of selfreproach; for she had said those words

herself, in a fit of petulance, and Polly had made no answer, though her eyes filled and her cheeks burned.

Fan opened her lips to say something, but not a sound followed, for there stood Polly looking at them with an

"What are you doing with my things?" she demanded, in a low tone, while her eyes kindled and her color

"Maud showed us a book she found, and we were just looking at the pictures," began Fanny, dropping it as if

"And reading my journal, and laughing at my presents, and then putting the blame on Maud. It 's the meanest

Polly said, this all in one indignant breath, and then as if afraid of saying too much, ran out of the room with

such a look of mingled contempt, grief, and anger, that the three culprits stood dumb with shame. Tom had n't

even a whistle at his command; Maud was so scared at gentle Polly's outbreak, that she sat as still as a mouse;

while Fanny, conscience stricken, laid back the poor little presents with a respectful hand, for somehow the

thought of Polly's poverty came over her as it never had done before; and these odds and ends, so carefully

treasured up for those at home, touched Fanny, and grew beautiful in her eyes. As she laid by the little book,

the confessions in it reproached her more sharply that any words Polly could have spoken; for she had

laughed at her friend, had slighted her sometimes, and been unforgiving for an innocent offence. That last

page, where Polly took the blame on herself, and promised to "truly try" to be more kind and patient, went to

Fanny's heart, melting all the coldness away, and she could only lay her head on the trunk, sobbing, "It was

Tom, still red with shame at being caught in such a scrape, left Fanny to her tears, and went manfully away to

find the injured Polly, and confess his manifold transgressions. But Polly could n't be found. He searched

high and low in every room, yet no sign of the girt appeared, and Tom began to get anxious. "She can't have

run away home, can she?" he said to himself, as he paused before the hattree. There was the little round hat,

and Tom gave it a remorseful smooth, remembering how many times he had tweaked it half off, or poked it

over poor Polly's eyes. "Maybe she 's gone down to the office, to tell pa. 'T is n't a bit like her, though.

Eager to get his boots, Tom pulled open the door of a dark closet under the stairs, and nearly tumbled over

backward with surprise; for there, on the floor, with her head pillowed on a pair of rubbers, lay Polly in an

attitude of despair. This mournful spectacle sent Tom's penitent speech straight out of his head, and with an

astonished "Hullo!" he stood and stared in impressive silence. Polly was n't crying, and lay so still, that Tom

began to think she might be in a fit or a faint, and bent anxiously down to inspect the pathetic bunch. A

glimpse of wet eyelashes, a round cheek redder than usual, and lips parted by quick, breathing, relieved his

mind upon that point; so, taking courage, he sat down on the bootjack, and begged pardon like a man.

Now, Polly was very angry, and I think she had a right to be; but she was not resentful, and after the first

flash was over, she soon began to feel better about it. It was n't easy to forgive; but, as she listened to Tom's

honest voice, getting gruff with remorse now and then, she could n't harden her heart against him, or refuse to

make up when he so frankly owned that it "was confounded mean to read her book that way." She liked his

coming and begging pardon at once; it was a handsome thing to do; she appreciated it, and forgave him in her

heart some time before she did with her lips; for, to tell the truth, Polly had a spice of girlish malice, and

rather liked to see domineering Tom eat humblepie, just enough to do him good, you know. She felt that

atonement was proper, and considered it no more than just that Fan should drench a handkerchief or two with

repentant tears, and that Tom should sit on a very uncomfortable seat and call himself hard names for five or

"Come, now, do say a word to a fellow. I 'm getting the worst of it, anyway; for there 's Fan, crying her eyes

out upstairs, and here are you stowed away in a dark closet as dumb as a fish, and nobody but me to bring you

both round. I 'd have cut over to the Smythes and got ma home to fix things, only it looked like backing out

Polly was glad to hear that Fan was crying. It would do her good; but she could n't help softening to Tom,

who did seem in a predicament between two weeping damsels. A little smile began to dimple the cheek that

was n't hidden, and then a hand came slowly out from under the curly head, and was stretched toward him

silently. Tom was just going to give it a hearty shake, when he saw a red mark on the wrist, and knew what

made it. His face changed, and he took the chubby hand so gently, that Polly peeped to see what it meant.

"Yes, it don't hurt much now." And Polly drew her hand away, sorry he had seen it.

"I was a beast, that 's what I was!" said Tom, in a tone of great disgust. And just at that awkward minute

down tumbled his father's old beaver over his head and face, putting a comical quencher on his

selfreproaches. Of course, neither could help laughing at that; and when he emerged, Polly was sitting up,

"Fan feels dreadfully. Will you kiss and be friends, if I trot her down?" asked Tom, remembering his

"I 'll go to her." And Polly whisked out of the closet as suddenly as she had whisked in, leaving Tom sitting

How the girls made it up no one ever knew. But after much talking and crying, kissing and laughing, the

breach was healed, and peace declared. A slight haze still lingered in the air after the storm, for Fanny was

very humble and tender that evening; Tom a trifle pensive, but distressingly polite, and Polly magnanimously

friendly to every one; for generous natures like to forgive, and Polly enjoyed the petting after the insult, like a

As she was brushing her hair at bedtime there came a tap on her door and, opening it, she beheld nothing but

a tall black bottle, with a strip of red flannel tied round it like a cravat, and a cockedhat note on the cork.

DEAR POLLY, Opydilldock is firstrate for sprains. You put a lot on the flannel and do up your wrist, and I

guess it will be all right in the morning. Will you come a sleighride tomorrow? I 'm awful sorry I hurt you.

WHERE 'S Polly?" asked Fan one snowy afternoon, as she came into the diningroom where Tom was

reposing on the sofa with his boots in the air, absorbed in one of those delightful books in which boys are cast

away on desert islands, where every known fruit, vegetable and flower is in its prime all the year round; or,

lost in boundless forests, where the young heroes have thrilling adventures, kill impossible beasts, and, when

the author's invention gives out, suddenly find their way home, laden with tiger skins, tame buffaloes and

"Dun no," was Tom's brief reply, for he was just escaping from an alligator of the largest size.

"Do put down that stupid book, and let 's do something," said Fanny, after a listless stroll round the room.

"Where 's Polly?" asked Maud, joining the party with her hands full of paper dolls all suffering for

"Then tell us where she is. I 'm sure you know, for she was down here a little while ago," said Fanny.

"Provoking thing! you knew it all the time, and did n't tell, just to plague us," scolded Maud.

But Tom was now under water stabbing his alligator, and took no notice of the indignant departure of the

"Polly 's always poking up in grandma's room. I don't see what fun there is in it," said Fanny as they went up

"Polly 's a verwy queer girl, and gwandma pets her a gweat deal more than she does me," observed Maud,

"Let 's peek and see what they are doing," whispered Fan, pausing at the halfopen door.

Grandma was sitting before a quaint old cabinet, the doors of which stood wide open, showing glimpses of

the faded relics treasured there. On a stool, at the old lady's feet, sat Polly, looking up with intent face and

eager eyes, quite absorbed in the history of a highheeled brocade shoe which lay in her lap.

"Well, my dear," grandma was saying, "she had it on the very day that Uncle Joe came in as she sat at work,

and said, 'Dolly, we must be married at once.' 'Very well, Joe,' says Aunt Dolly, and down she went to the

parlor, where the minister was waiting, never stopping to change the dimity dress she wore, and was actually

married with her scissors and pinball at her side, and her thimble on. That was in war times, 1812, my dear,

and Uncle Joe was in the army, so he had to go, and he took that very little pinball with him. Here it is with

the mark of a bullet through it, for he always said his Dolly's cushion saved his life."

"How interesting that is!" cried Polly, as she examined the faded cushion with the hole in it.

"Why, grandma, you never told me that story," said Fanny, hurrying in, finding the prospect was a pleasant

"You never asked me to tell you anything, my dear, so I kept my old stories to myself," answered grandma,

"Tell some now, please. May we stay and see the funny things?" said Fan and Maud, eyeing the open cabinet

"If Polly likes; she is my company, and I am trying to entertain her, for I love to have her come," said

"Oh, yes! do let them stay and hear the stories. I 've often told them what good times we have up here, and

teased them to come, but they think it 's too quiet. Now, sit down, girls, and let grandma go on. You see I

pick out something in the cabinet that looks interesting, and then she tells me about it," said Polly, eager to

include the girls in her pleasures, and glad to get them interested in grandma's reminiscences, for Polly knew

how happy it made the lonely old lady to live over her past, and to have the children round her.

"Here are three drawers that have not been opened yet; each take one, and choose something from it for me to

tell about," said Madam, quite excited at the unusual interest in her treasures.

So the girls each opened a drawer and turned over the contents till they found something they wanted to know

about. Maud was ready first, and holding up an oddly shaped linen bag, with a big blue F embroidered on it,

demanded her story. Grandma smiled as she smoothed the old thing tenderly, and began her story with

"My sister Nelly and I went to visit an aunt of ours, when we were little girls, but we did n't have a very good

time, for she was extremely strict. One afternoon, when she had gone out to tea, and old Debby, the maid,

was asleep in her room, we sat on the doorstep, feeling homesick, and ready for any thing to amuse us.

"Just as she spoke, a ripe plum dropped bounce on the grass before us, as if answering her question. It was all

the plum's fault, for if it had n't fallen at that minute, I never should have had the thought which popped into

" 'Let 's have as many as we want, and plague Aunt Betsey, to pay her for being so cross,' I said, giving Nelly

" 'It would be dreadful naughty,' began Nelly, 'but I guess we will,' she added, as the sweet mouthful slipped

" 'Debby 's asleep. Come on, then, and help me shake,' I said, getting up, eager for the fun.

"We shook and shook till we got red in the face, but not one dropped, for the tree was large, and our little

arms were not strong enough to stir the boughs. Then we threw stones, but only one green and one halfripe

one came down, and my last stone broke the shed window, so there was an end of that.

" 'It 's as provoking as Aunt Betsey herself,' said Nelly, as we sat down, out of breath.

" 'I wish the wind would come and blow 'em down for us,' panted I, staring up at the plums with longing eyes.

" 'If wishing would do any good, I should wish 'em in my lap at once,' added Nelly.

" 'You might as well wish 'em in your mouth and done with it, if you are too lazy to pick 'em up. If the ladder

" 'You know we can't stir it, so what is the use of talking about it? You proposed getting the plums, now let 's

see you do it,' answered Nelly, rather crossly, for she had bitten the green plum, and it puckered her mouth.

" 'Wait a minute, and you will see me do it,' cried I, as a new thought came into my naughty head.

" 'What are you taking your shoes and socks off for? You can't climb the tree, Fan.' " 'Don't ask questions, but

be ready to pick 'em up when they fall, Miss Lazybones.' "With this mysterious speech I pattered into the

house barefooted and full of my plan. Up stairs I went to a window opening on the shed roof. Out I got, and

creeping carefully along till I came near the tree, I stood up, and suddenly crowed like the little rooster. Nelly

looked up, and stared, and laughed, and clapped her hands when she saw what I was going to do.

" 'I 'm afraid you 'll slip and get hurt.' " 'Don't care if I do; I 'll have those plums if I break my neck doing it,'

and half sliding, half walking I went down the sloping roof, till the boughs of the tree were within my reach.

"Hurrah!" cried Nelly, dancing down below, as my first shake sent a dozen plums rattling round her.

"'Hurrah!" cried I, letting go one branch and trying to reach another. But as I did so my foot slipped, I tried to

catch something to hold by, but found nothing, and with a cry, down I fell, like a very big plum on the grass

"Fortunately the shed was low, the grass was thick and the tree broke my fall, but I got a bad bump and a

terrible shaking. Nelly thought I was killed, and began to cry with her mouth full. But I picked myself up in a

minute, for I was used to such tumbles; and did n't mind the pain half as much as the loss of the plums.

" 'Hush! Debby will hear and spoil all the fun. I said I 'd get 'em and I have. See what lots have come down

with me.' "So there had, for my fall shook the tree almost as much as it did me, and the green and purple fruit

"By the time the bump on my forehead had swelled as big as a nut, our aprons were half full, and we sat

down to enjoy ourselves. But we did n't. O dear, no! for many of the plums were not ripe, some were hurt by

the birds, some crushed in falling, and many as hard as stones. Nelly got stung by a wasp, my head began to

ache, and we sat looking at one another rather dismally, when Nelly had a bright idea.

" 'Let 's cook 'em, then they 'll be good, and we can put some away in our little pails for tomorrow.' " 'That

will be splendid! There 's a fire in the kitchen, Debby always leaves the kettle on, and we can use her

saucepan, and I know where the sugar is, and we 'll have a grand time.' "In we went, and fell to work very

quietly. It was a large, open fireplace, with the coals nicely covered up, and the big kettle simmering on the

hook. We raked open the fire, put on the saucepan, and in it the best of our plums, with water enough to spoil

them. But we did n't know that, and felt very important as we sat waiting for it to boil, each armed with a big

"How slow they were, to be sure! I never knew such obstinate things, for they would n't soften, though they

danced about in the boiling water, and bobbed against the cover as if they were doing their best.

"The sun began to get low, we were afraid Debby would come down, and still those dreadful plums would n't

look like sauce. At last they began to burst, the water got a lovely purple, we put lots of sugar in, and kept

tasting till our aprons and faces were red, and our lips burnt with the hot spoons.

"'There 's too much juice,' said Nelly, shaking her head wisely. 'It ought to be thick and nice like mamma's.'

"'I 'll pour off some of the juice, and we can drink it,' said I, feeling that I 'd made a mistake in my cooking.

"So Nelly got a bowl, and I got a towel and lifted the big saucepan carefully off. It was heavy and hot, and I

was a little afraid of it, but did n't like to say so. Just as I began to pour, Debby suddenly called from the top

of the stairs, 'Children, what under the sun are you doing?' "It startled us both. Nelly dropped the bowl and

ran. I dropped the saucepan and did n't run, for a part of the hot juice splashed upon my bare feet, and ankles,

"Down rushed Debby to find me dancing about the kitchen with a great bump on my forehead, a big spoon in

my hand, and a pair of bright purple feet. The plums were lying all over the hearth, the saucepan in the

middle of the room, the basin was broken, and the sugar swimming about as if the bowl had turned itself over

"Debby was very good to me, for she never stopped to scold, but laid me down on the old sofa, and bound up

my poor little feet with oil and cotton wool. Nelly, seeing me lie white and weak, thought I was dying, and

went over to the neighbor's for Aunt Betsey, and burst in upon the old ladies sitting primly at, their tea,

crying, distractedly, " 'Oh, Aunt Betsey, come quick! for the saucepan fell off the shed, and Fan's feet are all

boiled purple!' "Nobody laughed at this funny message, and Aunt Betsey ran all the way home with a muffin

"I suffered a great deal, but I was n't sorry afterward, for I learned to love Aunt Betsey, who nursed me

"This bag was made for my special comfort, and hung on the sofa where I lay all those weary days. Aunt kept

it full of pretty patchwork or, what I liked better, gingernuts, and peppermint drops, to amuse me, though

"I like that vewy well, and I wish I could have been there," was Maud's condescending remark, as she put

back the little bag, after a careful peep inside, as if she hoped to find an ancient gingernut, or a

"We had plums enough that autumn, but did n't seem to care much about them, after all, for our prank became

a household joke, and, for years, we never saw the fruit, but Nelly would look at me with a funny face, and

"Well, I 've a bundle of old letters, and I 'd like to know if there is any story about them," answered Fanny,

Grandma turned over the little packet tied up with a faded pink ribbon; a dozen yellow notes written on

rough, thick paper, with red wafers still adhering to the folds, showing plainly that they were written before

"They are not loveletters, deary, but notes from my mates after I left Miss Cotton's boardingschool. I don't

think there is any story about them," and grandma turned them over with spectacles before the dim eyes, so

Fanny was about to say, "I 'll choose again," when grandma began to laugh so heartily that the girls felt sure

"Bless my heart, I have n't thought of that frolic this forty years. Poor, dear, giddy Sally Pomroy, and she 's a

greatgrandmother now!" cried the old lady, after reading one of the notes, and clearing the mist off her

"Now, please tell about her; I know it 's something funny to make you laugh so," said Polly and Fan together.

"Well, it was droll, and I 'm glad I remembered it for it 's just the story to tell you young things.

"It was years ago," began grandma, briskly, "and teachers were very much stricter than they are now. The

girls at Miss Cotton's were not allowed lights in their rooms after nine o'clock, never went out alone, and

"As you may imagine, ten young girls, full of spirits and fun, found these rules hard to keep, and made up for

"Miss Cotton and her brother sat in the back parlor after school was over, and the young ladies were sent to

bed. Mr. John was very deaf, and Miss Priscilla very nearsighted, two convenient afflictions for the girls on

"We had been very prim for a week, and our bottled up spirits could no longer be contained; so we planed a

"The first obstacle was surmounted in this way. As none of us could get out alone, we resolved to lower Sally

"With our combined pocketmoney she was to buy nuts and candy, cake and fruit, pie, and a candle, so that

we might have a light, after Betsey took ours away as usual. "We were to darken the window of the inner

"At eight o'clock on the appointed evening, several of us professed great weariness, and went to our room,

leaving the rest sewing virtuously with Miss Cotton, who read Hannah More's Sacred Dramas aloud, in a way

"I am sorry to say I was one of the ringleaders; and as soon as we got up stairs, produced the rope provided

for the purpose, and invited Sally to be lowered. It was an oldfashioned house, sloping down behind, and the

"It was a summer evening, so that at eight o'clock it was still light; but we were not afraid of being seen, for

the street was a lonely one, and our only neighbors two old ladies, who put down their curtains at sunset, and

"Sally had been bribed by promises of as many 'goodies' as she could eat, and being a regular madcap, she

"Tying the rope round her waist she crept out, and we let her safely down, sent a big basket after her, and saw

her slip round the comer in my big sun bonnet and another girl's shawl, so that she should not be recognized.

"Then we put our nightgowns over our dresses, and were laid peacefully in bed when Betsey came up,

earlier than usual; for it was evident that Miss Cotton felt a little suspicious at our sudden weariness.

"For half an hour we lay laughing and whispering, as we waited for the signal from Sally. At last we heard a

cricket chirp shrilly under the window, and flying up, saw a little figure below in the twilight.

" 'O, quick! quick!' cried Sally, panting with haste. 'Draw up the basket and then get me in, for I saw Mr.

Cotton in the market, and ran all the way home, so that I might get in before he came.' "Up came the heavy

basket, bumping and scraping on the way, and smelling, O, so nice! Down went the rope, and with a long

pull, a strong pull, and a pull all together, we hoisted poor Sally halfway up to the window, when, sad to

tell, the rope slipped and down she fell, only being saved from broken bones by the haycock under the

"'He 's coming! he 's coming! O pull me up, for mercy sake!' cried Sally, scrambling to her feet unhurt, but a

"We saw a dark figure approaching, and dragged her in with more bumping and scraping, and embraced her

with rapture, for we had just escaped being detected by Mr. John, whose eyes were as sharp as his ears were

"We heard the frontdoor shut, then a murmur of voices, and then Betsey's heavy step coming up stairs.

"Under the bed went the basket, and into the beds went the conspirators, and nothing could have been more

" 'Master's an old fidget to send me travelling up again, just because he fancied he saw something amiss at the

window. Nothing but a curtain flapping, or a shadder, for the poor dears is sleeping like lambs.' "We heard

her say this to herself, and a general titter agitated the white coverlets as she departed.

"Sally was in high feather at the success of her exploit, and danced about like an elf, as she put her

nightgown on over her frock, braided her hair in funny little tails all over her head, and fastened the great

"The other girls went to their rooms as agreed upon, and all was soon dark and still up stairs, while Miss

Cotton began to enjoy herself below, as she always did when 'her young charges' were safely disposed of.

"Then ghosts began to walk, and the mice scuttled back to their holes in alarm, for white figures glided from

"The watch was set at the entry door, the signal agreed upon, the candle lighted, and the feast spread forth

upon a newspaper on the bed, with the coverlet arranged so that it could be whisked over the refreshments at

"How good everything was, to be sure! I don't think I 've eaten any pies since that had such a delicious flavor

as those broken ones, eaten hastily, in that little oven of a room, with Sally making jokes and the others

enjoying stolen sweets with true girlish relish. Of course it was very wicked, but I must tell the truth.

"We were just beginning on the cake when the loud scratching of a rat disturbed us.

" 'The signal! fly! run! hide! Hush, don't laugh!' cried several voices, and we scuttled into bed as rapidly and

"A long pause, broken by more scratching; but as no one came, we decided on sending to inquire what it

meant. I went and found Mary, the picket guard half asleep, and longing for her share of the feast.

" 'It was a real rat; I 've not made a sound. Do go and finish; I 'm tired of this,' said Mary, slapping away at

"Back I hurried with the good news. Every one flew up, briskly. We lighted the candle again, and returned to

our revel. The refreshments were somewhat injured by Sally's bouncing in among them, bit we did n't care,

" 'They are almonds and peanuts, so we can crack them with our teeth. Be sure you get the bag by the right

" 'I know what I 'm about,' and to show her that it was all right, I gave the bag a little shake, when out flew

" 'Now you 've done it,' cried Sally, as Mary scratched like a mad rat, and a door creaked below, for Miss

"Such a flurry as we were in! Out went the candle, and each one rushed away with as much of the feast as she

could seize in her haste. Sally dived into her bed, recklessly demolishing the last pie, and scattering the candy

"Poor Mary was nearly caught for Miss Cotton was quicker than Betsey, and our guard had to run for her life.

"Our room was the first, and was in good order, though the two flushed faces on the pillows were rather

suspicious. Miss Cotton stood staring about her, looking so funny, without her cap, that my bedfellow would

" 'Young ladies, what is this unseemly noise?' "No answer from us but a faint snore. Miss Cotton marched

"In the third chamber lay Sally, and we trembled as the old lady went in. Sitting up, we peeped and listened

" 'Sarah, I command you to tell me what this all means?' "But Sally only sighed in her sleep, and muttered,

wickedly, 'Ma, take me home. I 'm starved at Cotton's.' " 'Mercy on me! is the child going to have a fever?'

" 'So dull, so strict! O take me home!' moaned Sally, tossing her arms and gurgling, like a naughty little

"That last bit of acting upset the whole concern, for as she tossed her arms she showed the big red cushion on

her breast. Nearsighted as she was, that ridiculous object could not escape Miss Cotton, neither did the

orange that rolled out from the pillow, nor the boots appearing at the foot of the bed.

"With sudden energy the old lady plucked off the cover, and there lay Sally with her hair dressed . la Topsy,

her absurd breastpin and her dusty boots, among papers of candy, bits of pie and cake, oranges and apples,

"At the sound of Miss Cotton's horrified exclamation Sally woke up, and began laughing so merrily that none

of us could resist following her example, and the rooms rang with merriment far many minutes. I really don't

know when we should have stopped if Sally had not got choked with the nut she had in her mouth, and so

"What became of the things, and how were you punished?" asked Fan, in the middle of her laughter.

"The remains of the feast went to the pig, and we were kept on bread and water for three days."

"Oh, dear, no! we had half a dozen other frolics that very summer; and although I cannot help laughing at the

remembrance of this, you must not think, child, that I approve of such conduct, or excuse it. No, no, my dear,

"I call that a, tiptop story! Drive on, grandma, and tell one about boys," broke in a new voice, and there was

Tom astride of a chair listening and laughing with all his might, for his book had come to an end, and he had

"Wait for your turn, Tommy. Now, Polly, dear, what will you have?" said grandma, looking, so lively and

"Let mine come last, and tell one for Tom next," said Polly, looking round, and beckoning him nearer.

He came and sat himself crosslegged on the floor, before the lower drawer of the cabinet, which grandma

opened for him, saying, with a benign stroke of the curly head, "There, dear, that 's where I keep the little

memorials of my brother Jack. Poor lad, he was lost at sea, you know. Well, choose anything you like, and I

"There, that 's the chap for me! Wish it was n't spoilt, then we 'd have fun popping away at the cats in the

"I remember one of Jack's pranks, when that was used with great effect," said grandma, after a thoughtful

pause, during which Tom teased the girls by snapping the lock of the pistol in their faces.

"Once upon a time," continued Madam, much flattered by the row of interested faces before her, "my father

went away on business, leaving mother, aunt, and us girls to Jack's care. Very proud he was, to be sure, of the

responsibility, and the first thing he did was to load that pistol and keep it by his bed, in our great worriment,

for we feared he 'd kill himself with it. For a week all went well; then we were startled by the news that

robbers were about. All sorts of stories flew through the town (we were living in the country then); some said

that certain houses were marked with a black cross, and those were always robbed; others, that there was a

boy in the gang, for windows, so small that they were considered safe, were entered by some little rogue. At

one place the thieves had a supper, and left ham and cake in the front yard. Mrs. Jones found Mrs. Smith's

shawl in her orchard, with a hammer and an unknown teapot near it. One man reported that some one tapped

at his window, in the night, saying, softly, 'Is anyone here?' and when he looked out, two men were seen to

"We lived just out of town, in a lonely place; the house was old, with convenient little back windows, and

five outside doors. Jack was the only man about the place, and he was barely thirteen. Mother and aunt were

very timid, and the children weren't old enough to be of any use, so Jack and I were the homeguard, and

"One day, an illlooking man came in and asked for food," continued grandma, with a mysterious nod; "and

while he ate, I saw him glance sharply about from the wooden buttons on the backdoors, to the silver urn

and tankards on the diningroom sideboard. A strong suspicion took possession of me, and I watched him as

"'He came to examine the premises, I 'm sure of it, but we will be ready for him,' I said, fiercely, as I told the

"This fancy haunted us all, and our preparations were very funny. Mother borrowed a rattle, and kept it under

her pillow. Aunt took a big bell to bed with her; the children had little Tip, the terrier, to sleep in their room;

while Jack and I mounted guard, he with the pistol, and I with a hatchet, for I did n't like firearms. Biddy,

who slept in the attic, practised getting out on the shed roof, so that she might run away at the first alarm.

Every night we arranged pitfalls for the robbers, and all filed up to bed, bearing plate, money, weapons, and

"We waited a week and no one came, so we began to feel rather slighted, for other people got 'a scare,' as

Tom says, and after all our preparations we really felt a trifle disappointed that we had had no chance to show

our courage. At last a black mark was found upon our door, and a great panic ensued, for we felt that now our

"That night we put a tub of water at the bottom of the backstairs, and a pile of tin pans at the top of the front

stairs, so that any attempt to come up would produce a splash or a rattle. Bells were hung on door handles,

sticks of wood piled up in dark corners for robbers to fall over, and the family retired, all armed and all

"Jack and I left our doors open, and kept asking one another if we did n't hear something, till he fell asleep. I

was wakeful and lay listening to the crickets till the clock struck twelve; then I got drowsy, and was just

dropping off when the sound of steps outside woke me up staring wide awake. Creeping to the window I was

in time to see by the dim moonlight a shadow glide round the corner and disappear. A queer little thrill went

over me, but I resolved to keep quiet till I was sure something was wrong, for I had given so many false

alarms, I did n't want Jack to laugh at me again. Popping my head out of the door, I listened, and presently

" 'There they are; but I won't rouse the house till the bell rings or the pans fall. The rogues can't go far without

a clatter of some sort, and if we could only catch one of them we should get the reward and a deal of glory,' I

"A door closed softly below, and a step came creeping towards the backstairs. Sure now of my prey, I was

just about to scream 'Jack!' when something went splash into the tub at the foot of the backstairs.

"In a minute every one was awake and up, for Jack fired his pistol before he was half out of bed, and roared

'Fire!' so loud it roused the house. Mother sprung her rattle, aunt rang her bell, Jip barked like mad, and we all

"Some one brought a lamp, and we peeped anxiously down, to see our own stupid Biddy sitting in the tub

" 'Och, murther, and it 's kilt I am! The saints be about us! how iver did I come forninst this say iv wather,

just crapin in quiet afther a bit iv sthroll wid Mike Mahoney, me own b'y, that 's to marry me intirely, come

Saint Patrick's day nixt.' "We laughed so we could hardly fish the poor thing up, or listen while she explained

that she had slipped out of her window for a word with Mike, and found it fastened when she wanted to come

back, so she had sat on the roof, trying to discover the cause of this mysterious barring out, till she was tired,

when she prowled round the house till she found a cellar window unfastened, after all our care, and got in

quite cleverly, she thought; but the tub was a new arrangement which she knew nothing about; and when she

"This was not all the damage either, for aunt fainted with the fright, mother cut her hand with a broken lamp,

the children took cold hopping about on the wet stairs, Jip barked himself sick, I sprained my ankle, and Jack

not only smashed a lookingglass with his bullets, but spoilt his pistol by the heavy charge put in it. After the

damages were repaired and the flurry was well over, Jack confessed that he had marked the door for fun, and

shut Biddy out as a punishment for 'gallivanting,' of which he did n't approve. Such a rogue as that boy was!'

"But did n't the robbers ever come?" cried Tom, enjoying the joke, but feeling defrauded of the fight.

"Never, my dear; but we had our 'scare,' and tested our courage, and that was a great satisfaction, of course,"

"Well, I think you were the bravest of the lot. I 'd like to have seen you flourishing round there with your

hatchet," added Tom, admiringly, and the old lady looked as much pleased with the compliment as if she had

"I choose this," said Polly, holding up a long white kid glove, shrunken and yellow with time, but looking as

"Ah, that now has a story worth telling!" cried grandma; adding, proudly, "Treat that old glove respectfully,

"Oh, grandma, did you wear it? Did you see him? Do tell us all about it, and that will be the best of the

whole," cried Polly, who loved history, and knew a good deal about the gallant Frenchman and his brave life.

Grandma loved to tell this story, and always assumed her most imposing air to do honor to her theme.

Drawing herself up, therefore, she folded her hands, and after two or three little "hems," began with an absent

"The first visit of Lafayette was before my time, of course, but I heard so much about it from my grandfather

that I really felt as if I 'd seen it all. Our Aunt Hancock lived in the Governor's house, on Beacon Hill, at that

time." Here the old lady bridled up still more, for she was very proud of "our aunt." "Ah, my dears, those

were the good old times!" she continued, with a sigh. "Such dinners and tea parties, such damask table cloths

and fine plate, such solid, handsome furniture and elegant carriages; aunt's was lined with red silk velvet, and

when the coach was taken away from her at the Governor's death, she just ripped out the lining. and we girls

had spencers made of it. Dear heart, how well I remember playing in aunt's great garden, and chasing Jack up

and down those winding stairs; and my blessed father, in his plumcolored coat and knee buckles, and the

queue I used to tie up for him every day, handing aunt in to dinner, looking so dignified and splendid."

Grandma seemed to forget her story for a minute, and become a little girl again, among the playmates dead

and gone so many years. Polly motioned the others to be quiet, and no one spoke till the old lady, with a long

"Well, as I was saying, the Governor wanted to give a breakfast to the French officers, and Madam, who was

a hospitable soul, got up a splendid one for them. But by some mistake, or accident, it was discovered at the

"A great deal was needed, and very little could be bought or borrowed, so despair fell upon the cooks and

maids, and the great breakfast would have been a failure, if Madam, with the presence of mind of her sex, had

"To be sure, they belonged to her neighbors, and there was no time to ask leave, but it was a national affair;

our allies must be fed; and feeling sure that her patriotic friends would gladly lay their cows on the altar of

their country, Madam Hancock covered herself with glory, by calmly issuing the command, 'Milk 'em!' "It

was done, to the great astonishment of the cows, and the entire satisfaction of the guests, among whom was

"This milking feat was such a good joke, that no one seems to have remembered much about the great man,

though one of his officers, a count, signalized himself by getting very tipsy, and going to bed with his boots

and spurs on, which caused the destruction of aunt's best yellow damask coverlet, for the restless sleeper

"Aunt valued it very much, even in its tattered condition, and kept it a long while, as a memorial of her

"The time when I saw Lafayette was in 1825, and there were no tipsy counts then. Uncle Hancock (a sweet

man, my dears, though some call him mean nowadays) was dead, and aunt had married Captain Scott.

"It was not at all the thing for her to do; however, that 's neither here nor there. She was living in Federal

Street at the time, a most aristocratic street then, children, and we lived close by.

"Old Josiah Quincy was mayor of the city, and he sent aunt word that the Marquis Lafayette wished to pay

"Of course she was delighted, and we all flew about to make ready for him. Aunt was an old lady, but she

"She wore a steelcolored satin, trimmed with black lace, and on her cap was pinned a Lafayette badge of

"I never shall forget how beautifully she looked as she sat in state on the front parlor sophy, right under a

great portrait of her first husband; and on either side of her sat Madam Storer and Madam Williams, elegant

to behold, in their stiff silks, rich lace, and stately turbans. We don't see such splendid old ladies nowadays

Grandma shook her head, but it pleased her very much to be admired, for she had been a beauty in her day.

"We girls had dressed the house with flowers; old Mr. Coolidge sent in a clothesbasket full. Joe Joy

provided the badges, and aunt got out some of the Revolutionary wine from the old Beacon Street cellar.

"I wore my green and white palmyrine, my hair bowed high, the beautiful lego'mutton sleeves that were so

"Well, byandby the General, escorted by the Mayor, drove up. Dear me, I see him now! a little old man in

nankeen trousers and vest, a long blue coat and ruffled shirt, leaning on his cane, for he was lame, and

"As he approached, the three old ladies rose, and courtesied with the utmost dignity. Lafayette bowed first to

"That was droll; for on the back of her glove was stamped Lafayette's likeness, and the gallant old gentleman

"Then some of the young ladies were presented, and, as if to escape any further selfsalutations, the marquis

"Yes, my dears, here is just the spot where the dear old man saluted me. I 'm quite as proud of it now as I was

"He did not stay long, but we were very merry, drinking his health, receiving his compliments, and enjoying

"Down in the street there was a crowd, of course, and when he left they wanted to take out the horses and

drag him home in triumph. But he did n't wish it; and while that affair was being arranged, we girls had been

pelting him with the flowers which we tore from the vases, the walls, and our own topknots, to scatter over

"He liked that, and laughed, and waved his hand to us, while we ran, and pelted, and begged him to come

"We young folks quite lost our heads that night, and I have n't a very clear idea of how I got home. The last

thing I remember was hanging out of the window with a flock of girls, watching the carriage roll away, while

"Bless my heart, it seems as if I heard 'em now! 'Hurrah for Lafayette and Mayor Quincy! Hurrah for Madam

Hancock and the pretty girls! Hurrah for Col. May!' 'Three cheers for Boston! Now, then! Hurrah! Hurrah!

And here the old lady stopped, out of breath, with her cap askew, her spectacles on the end of her nose, and

her knitting much the worse for being waved enthusiastically in the air, while she hung over the arm of her

chair, shrilly cheering an imaginary Lafayette. The girls clapped their hands, and Tom hurrahed with all his

might, saying, when he got his breath, "Lafayette was a regular old trump; I always liked him."

"My dear! what a disrespectful way to speak of that great man," said grandma, shocked at Young America's

"Well, he was a trump, anyway, so why not call him one?" asked Tom, feeling that the objectionable word

"What queer gloves you wore then," interrupted Fanny, who had been trying on the muchhonored glove,

"Much better and cheaper than we have now," returned grandma, ready to defend "the good old times"

against every insinuation. "You are an extravagant set nowadays, and I really don't know what you are

coming to. By the way, I 've got somewhere two letters written by two young ladies, one in 1517, and the

After a little search, grandma produced an old portfolio, and selecting the papers, read the following letter,

written by Anne Boleyn before her marriage to Henry VIII, and now in the possession of a celebrated

DEAR MARY, I have been in town almost a month, yet I cannot say I have found anything in London

extremely agreeable. We rise so late in the morning, seldom before six o'clock, and sit up so late at night,

being scarcely in bed before ten, that I am quite sick of it; and was it not for the abundance of fine things I am

My indulgent mother bought me, yesterday, at a merchant's in Cheapside, three new shifts, that cost fourteen

pence an ell, and I am to have a pair of new stuff shoes, for my Lord of Norfolk's ball, which will be three

The irregular life I have led since my coming to this place has quite destroyed my appetite. You know I could

manage a pound of bacon and a tankard of good ale for my breakfast, in the country, but in London I find it

difficult to get through half the quantity, though I must own I am generally eager enough for the dinner hour,

I played at hot cockles, last night, at my Lord of Leicester's. The Lord of Surrey was there, a very elegant

young man, who sung a song of his own composition, on the "Lord of Kildare's Daughter." It was much

approved, and my brother whispered me that the fair Geraldine, for so my Lord of Surrey calls his sweetheart,

is the finest woman of the age. I should be glad to see her, for I hear she is good as she is beautiful.

Pray take care of the poultry during my absence. Poor things! I always fed them myself; and if Margery has

knitted me the crimson worsted mittens, I should be glad if they were sent up the first opportunity.

Adieu, dear Mary. I am just going to mass, and you shall speedily have the prayers, as you have now the

"Up before six, and think it late to go to bed at ten! What a countrified thing Anne must have been. Bacon

and ale for breakfast, and dinner at twelve; how very queer to live so!" cried Fanny. "Lord Surrey and Lord

Leicester sound fine, but hot cockles, and red mittens, and shoes for three shillings, are horrid."

"I like it," said Polly, thoughtfully, "and I 'm glad poor Anne had a little fun before her troubles began. May I

"Yes, dear, and welcome. Now, here 's the other, by a modern girl on her first visit to London. This will suit

you better, Fan," and grandma read what a friend had sent her as a pendant to Anne's little picture of London

MY DEAREST CONSTANCE, After three months of intense excitement I snatch a leisure moment to tell

you how much I enjoy my first visit to London. Having been educated abroad, it really seems like coming to

a strange city. At first the smoke, dirt and noise were very disagreeable, but I soon got used to these things,

We plunged at once into a whirl of gayety and I have had no time to think of anything but pleasure. It is the

height of the season, and every hour is engaged either in going to balls, concerts, theatres, f^tes and church,

or in preparing for them. We often go to two or three parties in an evening, and seldom get home till morning,

so of course we don't rise till noon next day. This leaves very little time for our drives, shopping, and calls

At a ball at Lady Russell's last night, I saw the Prince of Wales, and danced in the set with him. He is

growing stout, and looks dissipated. I was disappointed in him, for neither in appearance nor conversation

was he at all princely. I was introduced to a very brilliant and delightful young gentleman from America. I

was charmed with him, and rather surprised to learn that he wrote the poems which were so much admired

last season, also that he is the son of a rich tailor. How odd these Americans are, with their money, and talent,

O my dear, I must not forget to tell you the great event of my first season. I am to be presented at the next

Drawing Room! Think how absorbed I must be in preparation for this grand affair. Mamma is resolved that I

shall do her credit, and we have spent the last two weeks driving about from milliners to mantuamakers,

from merchants to jewellers. I am to wear white satin and plumes, pearls and roses. My dress will cost a

My cousins and friends lavish lovely things upon me, and you will open your unsophisticated eyes when I

display my silks and laces, trinkets and French hats, not to mention billet deux, photographs, and other relics

You ask if I ever think of home. I really have n't time, but I do sometimes long a little for the quiet, the pure

air and the girlish amusements I used to enjoy so much. One gets pale, and old, and sadly fagged out, with all

If you could send me the rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and gay spirits I always had at home, I 'd thank you. As

you cannot do that, please send me a bottle of June rain water, for my maid tells me it is better than any

I fancy some fruit off our own trees would suit me, for I have no appetite, and mamma is quite desol,e about

me. One cannot live on French cookery without dyspepsia, and one can get nothing simple here, for food, like

Adieu, ma chSre, I must dress for church. I only wish you could see my new hat and go with me, for Lord

"Yes, I do like that better, and I wish I had been in this girl's place, don't you, Polly?" said Fan, as grandma

"I should love to go to London, and have a good time, but I don't think I should care about spending ever so

much money, or going to Court. Maybe I might when I got there, for I do like fun and splendor," added

"Grandma looks tired; let 's go and play in the dwyingwoom," said Maud, who found the conversation

"Let us all kiss and thank grandma, for amusing us so nicely, before we go," whispered Polly. Maud and

Fanny agreed, and grandma looked so gratified by their thanks, that Tom followed suit, merely waiting till

"those girls" were out of sight, to give the old lady a hearty hug, and a kiss on the very cheek Lafayette had

When he reached the playroom Polly was sitting in the swing, saying, very earnestly, "I always told you it

was nice up in grandma's room, and now you see it is. I wish you 'd go oftener; she admires to have you, and

likes to tell stories and do pleasant things, only she thinks you don't care for her quiet sort of fun. I do,

anyway, and I think she 's the kindest, best old lady that ever lived, and I love her dearly!"

"I did n't say she was n't, only old people are sort of tedious and fussy, so I keep out of their way," said

"Well, you ought not to, and you miss lots of pleasant times. My mother says we ought to be kind and patient

and respectful to all old folks just because they are old, and I always mean to be."

"Your mother 's everlastingly preaching," muttered Fan, nettled by the consciousness of her own

"She don't preach!" cried Polly, firing up like a flash; "she only explains things to us, and helps us be good,

and never scolds, and I 'd rather have her than any other mother in the world, though she don't wear velvet

"Go it, Polly!" called Tom, who was gracefully hanging head downward from the bar put up for his special

"If Mr. Sydney could see you now he would n't think you such an angel any more," added Fanny, tossing a

Polly was mad, her face was very red, her eyes very bright and her lips twitched, but she held her tongue and

began to swing as hard as she could, fearing to say something she would be sorry for afterward. For a few

minutes no one spoke, Tom whistled and Maud hummed but Fan and Polly were each soberly thinking of

something, for they had reached an age when children, girls especially, begin to observe, contrast, and

speculate upon the words, acts, manners, and looks of those about them. A good deal of thinking goes on in

the heads of these shrewd little folks, and the elders should mind their ways, for they get criticised pretty

Two little things had happened that day, and the influence of a few words, a careless action, was still working

Mr. Sydney had called, and while Fanny was talking with him she saw his eye rest on Polly, who sat apart

watching the faces round her with the modest, intelligent look which many found so attractive. At that minute

Madam Shaw came in, and stopped to speak to the little girl. Polly rose at once, and remained standing till

"Are you laughing at Polly's prim ways?" Fanny had asked, as she saw Mr. Sydney smile.

"No, I am admiring Miss Polly's fine manners," he answered in a grave, respectful tone, which had impressed

Fanny very much, for Mr. Sydney was considered by all the girls as a model of good breeding, and that

Fanny wished she had done that little thing, and won that approving look, for she valued the young man's

good opinion, because it was so hard to win, by her set at least. So, when Polly talked about old people, it

Polly was remembering how, when Mrs. Shaw came home that day in her fine visiting costume, and Maud

ran to welcome her with unusual affection, she gathered up her lustrous silk and pushed the little girl away

saying, impatiently, "Don't touch me, child, your hands are dirty." Then the thought had come to Polly that

the velvet cloak did n't cover a right motherly heart, that the fretful face under the nodding purple plumes was

not a tender motherly face, and that the hands in the delicate primrose gloves had put away something very

sweet and precious. She thought of another woman, whose dress never was too fine for little wet cheeks to lie

against, or loving little arms to press; whose face, in spite of many lines and the gray hairs above it, was

never sour or unsympathetic when children's eyes turned towards it; and whose hands never were too busy,

too full or too nice to welcome and serve the little sons and daughters who freely brought their small hopes

and fears, sins and sorrows, to her, who dealt out justice and mercy with such wise love. "Ah, that 's a

mother!" thought Polly, as the memory came warm into her heart, making her feel very rich, and pity Maud

This it was that caused such sudden indignation at Fanny's dreadful speech, and this it was that made

quicktempered Polly try to calm her wrath before she used toward Fanny's mother the disrespectful tone she

so resented toward her own. As the swing came down after some dozen quick journeys to and fro, Polly

seemed to have found a smile somewhere up aloft, for she looked toward Fan, saying pleasantly, as she

paused a little in her airy exercise, "I 'm not mad now, shall I come and toss with you?"

"No, I 'll come and swing with you," answered Fanny, quick to feel the generous spirit of her friend.

"You are an angel, and I 'll never be so rude again," she added, as Polly's arm came round her, and half the

"No, I ain't; but if I ever get at all like one, it will be 'mother's preaching' that did it," said Polly, with a happy

"Good for you, Polly Peacemaker," cried Tom, quoting his father, and giving them a grand push as the most

Nothing more was said; but from that day there slowly crept into the family more respect for grandma, more

forbearance with her infirmities, more interest in her little stories, and many a pleasant gossip did the dear old

"OH, dear! Must you really go home Saturday?" said Fan, some days after what Tom called the "grand

"I really must; for I only came to stay a month and here I 've been nearly six weeks," answered Polly, feeling

"Make it two months and stay over Christmas. Come, do, now," urged Tom, heartily.

"You are very kind; but I would n't miss Christmas at home for anything. Besides, mother says they can't

"Neither can we. Can't you tease your mother, and make up your mind to stay?" began Fan.

"Polly never teases. She says it 's selfish; and I don't do it now much," put in Maud, with a virtuous air.

"Don't you bother Polly. She 'd rather go, and I don't wonder. Let 's be just as jolly as we can while she stays,

and finish up with your party, Fan," said Tom, in a tone that settled the matter.

Polly had expected to be very happy in getting ready for the party; but when the time came, she was

disappointed; for somehow that naughty thing called envy took possession of her, and spoiled her pleasure.

Before she left home, she thought her new white muslin dress, with its fresh blue ribbons, the most elegant

and proper costume she could have; but now, when she saw Fanny's pink silk, with a white tarlatan tunic, and

innumerable puffings, bows, and streamers, her own simple little toilet lost all its charms in her eyes, and

Even Maud was much better dressed than herself, and looked very splendid in her cherrycolored and white

suit, with a sash so big she could hardly carry it, and little white boots with red buttons. They both had

necklaces and bracelets, earrings and brooches; but Polly had no ornament, except the plain locket on a bit

of blue velvet. Her sash was only a wide ribbon, tied in a simple bow, and nothing but a blue snood in the

pretty curls. Her only comfort was the knowledge that the modest tucker drawn up round the plump shoulders

Poor Polly, with all her efforts to be contented, and not to mind looking unlike other people, found it hard

work to keep her face bright and her voice happy that night. No one dreamed what was going an under the

muslin frock, till grandma's wise old eyes spied out the little shadow on Polly's spirits, and guessed the cause

of it. When dressed, the three girls went up to show themselves to the elders, who were in grandma's room,

Maud pranced like a small peacock, and Fan made a splendid courtesy as every one turned to survey them;

but Polly stood still, and her eyes went from face to face, with an anxious, wistful air, which seemed to say, "I

Grandma read the look in a minute; and when Fanny said, with a satisfied smile, "How do we look?" she

"Very like the fashionplates you got the patterns of your dresses from. But this little costume suits me best."

"Do you really think I look nice?" and Polly's face brightened, for she valued the old lady's opinion very

"Yes, my dear; you look just as I like to see a child of your age look. What particularly pleases me is that you

have kept your promise to your mother, and have n't let anyone persuade you to wear borrowed finery. Young

things like you don't need any ornaments but those you wear tonight, youth, health, intelligence, and

As she spoke, grandma gave a tender kiss that made Polly glow like a rose, and for a minute she forgot that

there were such things as pink silk and coral earrings in the world. She only said, "Thank you, ma'am," and

heartily returned the kiss; but the words did her good, and her plain dress looked charming all of a sudden.

"Polly 's so pretty, it don't matter what she wears," observed Tom, surveying her over his collar with an air of

"She has n't got any bwetelles to her dwess, and I have," said Maud, settling her ruffled bands over her

"I did wish she 'd just wear my blue set, ribbon is so very plain; but, as Tom says, it don't much matter;" and

"She might wear flowers; they always suit young girls," said Mrs. Shaw, privately thinking that her own

daughters looked much the best, yet conscious that blooming Polly had the most attractive face. "Bless me! I

forgot my posies in admiring the belles. Hand them out, Tom;" and Mr. Shaw nodded toward an interesting

Seizing them wrong sideup, Tom produced three little bouquets, all different in color, size, and construction.

"Why, papa! how very kind of you," cried Fanny, who had not dared to receive even a geranium leaf since

"Your father used to be a very gallant young gentleman, once upon a time," said Mrs. Shaw, with a simper.

"Ah, Tom, it 's a good sign when you find time to think of giving pleasure to your little girls!" And grandma

Thomas Jr. had given a somewhat scornful sniff at first; but when grandma praised his father, the young man

thought better of the matter, and regarded the flowers with more respect, as he asked, "Which is for which?"

"Guess," said Mr. Shaw, pleased that his unusual demonstration had produced such an effect.

The largest was a regular hothouse bouquet, of tearosebuds, scentless heath, and smilax; the second was just

a handful of sweetpeas and mignonette, with a few cheerful pansies, and one fragrant little rose in the

middle; the third, a small posy of scarlet verbenas, white feverfew, and green leaves.

"Not hard to guess. The smart one for Fan, the sweet one for Polly, and the gay one for Pug. Now, then, catch

hold, girls." And Tom proceeded to deliver the nosegays, with as much grace as could be expected from a

"That finishes you off just right, and is a very pretty attention of papa's. Now run down, for the bell has rung;

and remember, not to dance too often, Fan; be as quiet as you can, Tom; and. Maud, don't eat too much

supper. Grandma will attend to things, for my poor nerves won't allow me to come down."

With that, Mrs. Shaw dismissed them, and the four descended to receive the first batch of visitors, several

little girls who had been asked for the express purpose of keeping Maud out of her sister's way. Tom had

likewise been propitiated, by being allowed to bring his three bosom friends, who went by the schoolboy

"They will do to make up sets, as gentlemen are scarce; and the party is for Polly, so I must have some young

Of course, the boys came early, and stood about in corners, looking as if they had more arms and legs than

they knew what to do with. Tom did his best to be a good host; but ceremony oppressed his spirits, and he

was forced to struggle manfully with the wild desire to propose a game of leapfrog, for the long

Polly sat where she was told, and suffered bashful agonies as Fan introduced very fine young ladies and very

stiff young gentlemen, who all said about the same civil things, and then appeared to forget all about her.

When the first dance was called, Fanny cornered Tom, who had been dodging her, for he knew what she

wanted, and said, in an earnest whisper: "Now, Tom, you must dance this with Polly. You are the young

gentleman of the house, and it 's only proper that you should ask your company first."

"Polly don't care for manners. I hate dancing; don't know how. Let go my jacket, and don't bother, or I 'll cut

away altogether," growled Tom, daunted by the awful prospect of opening the ball with Polly.

"I 'll never forgive you if you do. Come, be clever, and help me, there 's a dear. You know we both were

dreadfully rude to Polly, and agreed that we 'd be as kind and civil to her as ever we could. I shall keep my

word, and see that she is n't slighted at my party, for I want her to love me, and go home feeling all right."

This artful speech made an impression on the rebellious Thomas, who glanced at Polly's happy face,

"Well, I 'll take her; but I shall come to grief, for I don't know anything about your old dances."

"Yes, you do. I 've taught you the steps a dozen times. I 'm going to begin with a redowa, because the girls

like it, and it 's better fun than square dances. Now, put on your gloves, and go and ask Polly like a

"Oh, thunder!" muttered Tom. And having split the detested gloves in dragging them on, he nerved himself

for the effort, walked up to Polly, made a stiff bow, stuck out his elbow, and said, solemnly, "May I have the

He did it as much like the big fellows as he could, and expected that Polly would be impressed. But she was

n't a bit; for after a surprised look she laughed in his face, and took him by the hand, saying, heartily, "Of

"Well, Fan told me to be elegant, so I tried to," whispered Tom, adding, as he clutched his partner with a

The music struck up, and away they went; Tom hopping one way and Polly the other, in a most ungraceful

"Never mind; keep bobbing, and we 'll come right by and by," muttered Tom, giving his unfortunate partner a

But they did not "get right by and by"; for Tom, In his frantic efforts to do his duty, nearly annihilated poor

Polly. He tramped, he bobbed, he skated, he twirled her to the right, dragged her to the left, backed her up

against people and furniture, trod on her feet, rumpled her dress, and made a spectacle of himself generally.

Polly was much disturbed; but as everyone else was flying about also, she bore it as long as she could,

knowing that Tom had made a martyr of himself, and feeling grateful to him for the sacrifice.

"Oh, do stop now; this is dreadful!" cried Polly, breathlessly, after a few wild turns.

"Is n't it?" said Tom, wiping his red face with such an air of intense relief, that Polly had not the heart to scold

"I know I 've made a guy of myself; but Fan insisted on it, for fear you 'd be offended if I did n't go the first

dance with you," said Tom, remorsefully, watching Polly as she settled the bow of her crushed sash, which

Tom had used as a sort of handle by which to turn and twist her; "I can do the Lancers tiptop; but you won't

ever want to dance with me any more," he added, as he began to fan her so violently, that her hair flew about

"Yes, I will. I 'd like to; and you shall put your name down here on the sticks of my fan. That 's the way, Trix

Looking much gratified, Tom produced the stump of a leadpencil, and wrote his name with a flourish,

saying, as he gave it back, "Now I 'm going to get Sherry, or some of the fellows that do the redowa well, so

Off went Tom; but before he could catch any eligible partner, Polly was provided with the best dancer in the

room. Mr. Sydney had seen and heard the whole thing; and though he had laughed quietly, he liked honest

Tom and goodnatured Polly all the better for their simplicity. Polly's foot was keeping time to the lively

music, and her eyes were fixed wistfully on the smoothlygliding couples before her, when Mr. Sydney came

to her, saying, in the pleasant yet respectful way she liked so much, "Miss Polly, can you give me a turn?"

"Oh, yes; I 'm dying for another." And Polly jumped up, with both hands out, and such a grateful face, that

This time all went well; and Tom, returning from an unsuccessful search, was amazed to behold Polly

"Ah, that 's something like," he thought, as he watched the bronze boots retreating and advancing in perfect

time to the music. "Don't see how Sydney does the steering so well; but it must be fun; and, by Jupiter! I 'll

learn it!" added Shaw, Jr., with an emphatic gesture which burst the last button off his gloves.

Polly enjoyed herself till the music stopped; and before she had time to thank Mr, Sydney as warmly as she

wished, Tom came up to say, with his most lordly air, "You dance splendidly, Polly. Now, you just show me

"I don't want any of the gentlemen; they are so stiff, and don't care to dance with me; but I like those boys

over there, and I 'll dance with any of them if they are willing," said Polly, after a survey.

"I 'll trot out the whole lot." And Tom gladly brought up his friends, who all admired Polly immensely, and

There was no sitting still for Polly after that, for the lads kept her going at a great pace; and she was so happy,

she never saw or suspected how many little manoeuvres, heartburnings, displays of vanity, affectation, and

nonsense were going on all round her. She loved dancing, and entered into the gayety of the scene with a

heartiness that was pleasant to see. Her eyes shone, her face glowed, her lips smiled, and the brown curls

"Are you enjoying yourself, Polly?" asked Mr. Shaw, who looked in, now and then, to report to grandma that

"Oh, such a splendid time!" cried Polly, with an enthusiastic little gesture, as she chass,ed into the corner

"They are so kind in asking me and I 'm not afraid of them," explained Polly, prancing, simply because she

"So you are afraid of the young gentlemen, hey?" and Mr. Shaw held her by one curl.

"All but Mr. Sydney. He don't put on airs and talk nonsense; and, oh! he does 'dance like an angel,' as Trix

"Papa, I wish you 'd come and waltz with me. Fan told me not to go near her, 'cause my wed dwess makes her

"I 've forgotten how, Maudie. Ask Polly; she 'll spin you round like a teetotum." "Mr. Sydney's name is down

for that," answered Polly, looking at her fan with a pretty little air of importance." But I guess he would n't

mind my taking poor Maud instead. She has n't danced hardly any, and I 've had more than my share. Would

it be very improper to change my mind?" And Polly looked up at her tall partner with eye which plainly

"Not a bit. Give the little dear a good waltz, and we will look on," answered Mr. Sydney, with a nod and

"That is a refreshing little piece of nature," said Mr. Shaw, as Polly and Maud whirled away.

When supper was announced, Polly happened to be talking, or trying to talk, to one of the "poky" gentlemen

whom Fan had introduced. He took Miss Milton down, of course, put her in a corner, and having served her

to a dab of ice and one macaroon, he devoted himself to his own supper with such interest, that Polly would

"I 've been looking everywhere for you. Come with me, and don't sit starving here," said Tom, with a scornful

look from her empty plate to that of her recreant escort, which was piled with good things.

Following her guide, Polly was taken to the big china closet, opening from the diningroom to the kitchen,

and here she found a jovial little party feasting at ease. Maud and her bosom friend, "Gwace," were seated on

tin cakeboxes; Sherry and Spider adorned the refrigerator; while Tom and Rumple foraged for the party.

Here 's fun," said Polly, as she was received with a clash of spoons and a waving of napkins.

"You just perch on that crackerkeg, and I 'll see that you get enough," said Tom, putting a dumbwaiter

"We are a band of robbers in our cave, and I 'm the captain; and we pitch into the folks passing by, and go out

and bring home plunder. Now, Rumple, you go and carry off a basket of cake, and I 'll watch here till Katy

comes by with a fresh lot of oysters; Polly must have some. Sherry, cut into the kitchen, and bring a cup of

coffee. Spider, scrape up the salad, and poke the dish through the slide for more. Eat away, Polly, and my

Such fun as they had in that closet; such daring robberies of jellypots and cakeboxes; such successful raids

into the diningroom and kitchen; such base assaults upon poor Katy and the colored waiter, who did his

best, but was helpless in the hands of the robber horde. A very harmless little revel; for no wine was allowed,

and the gallant band were so busy skirmishing to supply the ladies, that they had not time to eat too much. No

one missed them; and when they emerged, the feast was over, except for a few voracious young gentlemen,

"That 's the way they always do; poke the girls in corners, give 'em just one taste of something, and then go

and stuff like pigs," whispered Tom, with a superior air, forgetting certain private banquets of his own, after

The rest of the evening was to be devoted to the German; and, as Polly knew nothing about it, she established

herself in a window recess to watch the mysteries. For a time she enjoyed it, for it was all new to her, and the

various pretty devices were very charming; but, by and by, that bitter weed, envy, cropped up again, and she

could not feel happy to be left out in the cold, while the other girls were getting gay tissuepaper suits, droll

bonbons, flowers, ribbons, and all manner of tasteful trifles in which girlish souls delight. Everyone was

absorbed; Mr. Sydney was dancing; Tom and his friends were discussing baseball on the stairs; and Maud's

Polly tried to conquer the bad feeling; but it worried her, till she remembered something her mother once said

to her, "When you feel out of sorts, try to make some one else happy, and you will soon be so yourself."

"I will try it," thought Polly, and looked round to see what she could do. Sounds of strife in the library led her

to enter. Maud and the young ladies were sitting on the sofa, talking about each other's clothes, as they had

"I can't dress much now, you know, 'cause mamma's in black for somebody," observed Miss Alice Lovett,

feeling the importance which affliction conferred upon her when it took the form of a jet necklace.

"Well, I don't care if my dress is n't imported; my cousin had three kinds of wine at her party; so, now," said

"Did she?" And all the little girls looked deeply impressed, till Maud observed, with a funny imitation of her

father's manner, "My papa said it was scandillus; for some of the little boys got tipsy, and had to be tooked

home. He would n't let us have any wine; and gwandma said it was vewy impwoper for childwen to do so."

"My mother says your mother's coup, is n't half so stylish as ours," put in Alice.

"Yes, it is, too. It 's all lined with gween silk, and that 's nicer than old wed cloth," cried Maud, ruffling up

"Well, my brother don't wear a horrid old cap, and he 's got nice hair. I would n't have a brother like Tom. He

Here, I regret to say, Miss Shaw slapped Miss Lovett, who promptly returned the compliment, and both

Polly, who had paused to listen to the edifying chat, parted the belligerents, and finding the poor things tired,

cross, and sleepy, yet unable to go home till sent for, proposed to play games. The young ladies consented,

and "Puss in the corner" proved a peacemaker. Presently, in came the boys; and being exiles from the

German, gladly joined in the games, which soon were lively enough to wake the sleepiest.

"Blindman'sbuff" was in full swing when Mr. Shaw peeped in, and seeing Polly flying about with

bandaged eyes, joined in the fun to puzzle her. He got caught directly; and great merriment was caused by

Polly's bewilderment, for she could n't guess who he was, till she felt the bald spot on his head.

This frolic put every one in such spirits, that Polly forgot her trouble, and the little girls kissed each other

goodnight as affectionately as if such things as imported frocks, coup,s, and rival brothers did n't exist

"Very much; but I don't think it would be good for me to go to many," answered Polly, slowly.

"I should n't enjoy them if I did n't have a fine dress, and dance all the time, and be admired, and all the rest

"Neither did I till tonight; but I do; and as I can't have 'em, it 's lucky I 'm going home tomorrow."

"Oh, dear! So you are! What shall I do without my 'sweet P.,' as Sydney calls you?" sighed Fanny, bearing

Every one echoed the exclamation next day; and many loving eyes followed the little figure in the drab frock

as it went quietly about, doing for the last time the small services which would help to make its absence

keenly felt. Polly was to go directly after an early dinner, and having packed her trunk, all but one tray, she

was told to go and take a run while grandma finished. Polly suspected that some pleasant surprise was going

to be put in; for Fan did n't offer to go with her, Maud kept dodging about with something under her apron,

and Tom had just whisked into his mother's room in a mysterious manner. So Polly took the hint and went

Mr. Shaw had not said he should come home so early, but Polly thought he might, and went to meet him. Mr.

Shaw did n't expect to see Polly, for he had left her very busy, and now a light snow was falling; but, as he

turned into the mall there was the round hat, and under it the bright face, looking all the rosier for being

"There won't be any one to help the old gentleman safely home tomorrow," he said, as Polly took his hand

"Yes, there will; see if there is n't," cried Polly, nodding and smiling, for Fan had confided to her that she

"I 'm glad of it. But, my dear, I want you to promise that you will come and make us a visit every winter, a

"They must lend you for a little while, because you do us all good, and we need you."

"Do I? I don't see how; but I 'm glad to hear you say so," cried Polly, much touched.

"I can't tell you how, exactly; but you brought something into my house that makes it warmer and pleasanter,

Polly had never heard Mr. Shaw speak like that before, and did n't know what to say, she felt so proud and

happy at this proof of the truth of her mother's words, when she said that "even a little girl could exert an

influence, and do some good in this big, busy world." She only gave her friend a grateful look sweeter than

any words, and they went on together, hand in hand, through the "softfalling snow."

If Polly could have seen what went into that top tray, she would have been entirely overcome; for Fanny had

told grandma about the poor little presents she had once laughed at, and they had all laid their heads together

to provide something really fine and appropriate for every member of the Milton family. Such a mine of

riches! and so much goodwill, affection, and kindly forethought was packed away in the tempting bundles,

that no one could feel offended, but would find an unusual charm about the pretty gifts that made them

doubly welcome. I only know that if Polly had suspected that a little watch was ticking away in a little case,

with her name on it, inside that trunk, she never could have left it locked as grandma advised, or have eaten

her dinner so quietly. As it was, her heart was very full, and the tears rose to her eyes more than once,

Tom did n't need any urging to play escort now; and both Fan and Maud insisted on going too. Mrs. Shaw

forgot her nerves, and put up some gingerbread with her own hands; Mr. Shaw kissed Polly as if she had been

his dearest daughter; and grandma held her close, whispering in a tremulous tone, "My little comfort, come

again soon"; while Katy waved her apron from the nursery window, crying, as they drove, away, "The saints

But the crowning joke of all was Tom's goodby, for, when Polly was fairly settled in the car, the last "All

aboard!" uttered, and the train in motion, Tom suddenly produced a knobby little bundle, and thrusting it in at

the window, while he hung on in some breakneck fashion, said, with a droll mixture of fun and feeling in his

face, "It 's horrid; but you wanted it, so I put it in to make you laugh. Goodby, Polly; goodby, goodby!"

The last adieu was a trifle husky, and Tom vanished as it was uttered, leaving Polly to laugh over his parting

souvenir till the tears ran down her cheeks. It was a paper bag of peanuts, and poked down at the very bottom

a photograph of Tom. It was "horrid," for he looked as if taken by a flash of lightning, so black, wild, and

staring was it; but Polly liked it, and whenever she felt a little pensive at parting with her friends, she took a

So the short journey came blithely to an end, and in the twilight she saw a group of loving faces at the door of

a humble little house, which was more beautiful than any palace in her eyes, for it was home.

"WHAT do you think Polly is going to do this winter?" exclaimed Fanny, looking up from the letter she had

"Going to deliver lectures on Woman's Rights," said the young gentleman who was carefully examining his

luxuriant crop of decidedly auburn hair, as he lounged with both elbows on the chimneypiece.

"Going to set her cap for some young minister and marry him in the spring," added Mrs. Shaw, whose mind

"I think she is going to stay at home, and do all the work, 'cause servants cost so much; it would be just like

"It 's my opinion she is going to open a school, or something of that sort, to help those brothers of hers

"Every one of you wrong, though papa comes nearest the truth," cried Fanny; "she is going to give music

lessons, and support herself, so that Will may go to college. He is the studious one, and Polly is very proud of

him. Ned, the other brother, has a business talent, and don't care for books, so he has gone out West, and will

make his own way anywhere. Polly says she is n't needed at home now, the family is so small, and Kitty can

take her place nicely; so she is actually going to earn her own living, and hand over her share of the family

income to Will. What a martyr that girl does make of herself," and Fanny looked as solemn as if Polly had

"She is a sensible, bravehearted girl, and I respect her for doing it," said Mr. Shaw, emphatically. "One

never knows what may happen, and it does no harm for young people to learn to be independent."

"If she is as pretty as she was last time I saw her, she 'll get pupils fast enough. I would n't mind taking

lessons myself," was the gracious observation of Shaw, Jr., as he turned from the mirror, with the soothing

"She would n't take you at any price," said Fanny, remembering Polly's look of disappointment and

disapproval when she came on her last visit and found him an unmistakable dandy.

"If Polly does carry out her plan, I wish Maud to take lessons of her; Fanny can do as she likes, but it would

please me very much to have one of my girls sing as Polly sings. It suits old people better than your opera

As he spoke, Mr. Shaw's eye turned toward the comer of the fire where grandma used to sit. The easychair

was empty now, the kind old face was gone, and nothing but a very tender memory remained.

"I 'd like to learn, papa, and Polly is a splendid teacher, I know; she 's always so patient, and makes

everything so pleasant. I do hope she will get scholars enough to begin right away," said Maud.

"When is she coming?" asked Mrs. Shaw, quite willing to help Polly, but privately resolving that Maud

"She does n't say. She thanks me for asking her here, as usual, but says she shall go right to work and had

better begin with her own little room at once. Won't it seem strange to have Polly in town, and yet not with

"We 'll get her somehow. The little room will cost something, and she can stay with us just as well as not,

"She won't come, I know; for if she undertakes to be independent, she 'll do it in the most thorough manner,"

answered Fanny, and Mrs. Shaw sincerely hoped she would. It was all very well to patronize the little

"I shall do what I can for her among my friends, and I dare say she will get on very well with young pupils to

begin with. If she starts right, puts her terms high enough, and gets a few good names to give her the entr,e

into our first families, I don't doubt she will do nicely, for I must say Polly has the manners of a lady,"

"She 's a mighty taking little body, and I 'm glad she 's to be in town, though I 'd like it better if she did n't

bother about teaching, but just stayed here and enjoyed herself," said Tom, lazily.

"I 've no doubt she would feel highly honored to be allowed to devote her time to your amusement; but she

can't afford expensive luxuries, and she don't approve of flirting, so you will have to let her go her own way,

and refresh herself with such glimpses of you as her engagements permit," answered Fanny, in the sarcastic

"You are getting to be a regular old maid, Fan; as sharp as a lemon, and twice as sour," returned Tom,

"Do be quiet, children; you know I can't bear anything like contention. Maud, give me my Shetland shawl,

As Maud obeyed her mother, with a reproving look at her erring brother and sister, a pause followed, for

which every one seemed grateful. They were sitting about the fire after dinner, and all looked as if a little

sunshine would do them good. It had been a dull November day, but all of a sudden the clouds lifted, and a

bright ray shot into the room. Every one turned involuntarily to welcome it, and every one cried out, "Why,

Polly!" for there on the threshold stood a brightfaced girl, smiling as if there was no such thing as November

"You dear thing, when did you come?" cried Fanny, kissing both the blooming checks with real affection,

"I came yesterday, and have been getting my nest in order; but I could n't keep away any longer, so I ran up

to say 'How do you do?'" answered Polly, in the cheery voice that did one's heart good to hear.

"My Polly always brings the sunshine with her," and Mr. Shaw held out his hands to his little friend, for she

It was good to see her put both arms about his neck, and give him a tender kiss, that said a great deal, for

grandma had died since Polly met him last and she longed to comfort him, seeing how gray and old he had

If Tom had had any thoughts of following his father's example, something in Polly's manner made him

change his mind, and shake hands with a hearty "I 'm very glad to see you, Polly," adding to himself, as he

There was something more than mere prettiness in Polly's face, though Tom had not learned to see it yet. The

blue eyes were clear and steady, the fresh mouth frank and sweet, the white chin was a very firm one in spite

of the dimple, and the smooth forehead under the little curls had a broad, benevolent arch; while all about the

face were those unmistakable lines and curves which can make even a plain countenance comely, by

breathing into it the beauty of a lovely character. Polly had grown up, but she had no more style now than in

the days of the round hat and rough coat, for she was all in gray, like a young Quakeress, with no ornament

but a blue bow at the throat and another in the hair. Yet the plain suit became her excellently, and one never

thought of the dress, looking at the active figure that wore it, for the freedom of her childhood gave to Polly

that good gift, health, and every movement was full of the vigor, grace, and ease, which nothing else can so

surely bestow. A happy soul in a healthy body is a rare sight in these days, when doctors flourish and every

one is ill, and this pleasant union was the charm which Polly possessed without knowing it.

"It does seem so good to have you here again," said Maud, cuddling Polly's cold hand, as she sat at her feet,

when she was fairly established between Fanny and Mr. Shaw, while Tom leaned on the back of his mother's

"How do you get on? When do you begin? Where is your nest? Now tell all about it," began Fanny, who was

"I shall get on very well, I think, for I 've got twelve scholars to begin with, all able to pay a good price, and I

"Well, I don't know; it 's a new thing, and must be a little bit hard at first," stammered Fanny, not liking to say

"It will be tiresome, of course, but I shall get used to it; I shall like the exercise, and the new people and

places I must see will amuse me. Then the independence will be delightful, and if I can save a little to help

Polly's face shone as if the prospect was full of pleasure instead of work, and the hearty good will with which

she undertook the new task, seemed to dignify her humble hopes and plans, and make them interesting in the

"Who have you got for pupils?" asked Mrs. Shaw, forgetting her nerves for a minute.

Polly named her list, and took a secret satisfaction in seeing the impression which certain names made upon

"How in the world did you get the Davenports and the Greys, my dear?" said Mrs. Shaw, sitting erect in her

"You never told us that before!" "The Davenports have been away some years, and I forgot all about them.

But when I was making my plan, I knew I must have a good name or two to set me going, so I just wrote and

asked Mrs. D. if she would help me. She came and saw us and was very kind, and has got these pupils for me,

"Where did you learn so much worldly wisdom, Polly?" asked Mr. Shaw, as his wife fell back in her chair,

"I learnt it here, sir," answered Polly, laughing. "I used to think patronage and things of that sort very

disagreeable and not worth having, but I 've got wiser, and to a certain extent I 'm glad to use whatever

"Why did n't you let us help you in the beginning? We should have been very glad to, I 'm sure," put in Mrs.

"I know you would, but you have all been so kind to me I did n't want to trouble you with my little plans till

the first steps were taken. Besides, I did n't know as you would like to recommend me as a teacher, though

"My dear, of course I would, and we want you to take Maud at once, and teach her your sweet songs. She has

A slight smile passed over Polly's face as she returned her thanks for the new pupil, for she remembered a

time when Mrs. Shaw considered her "sweet songs" quite unfit for a fashionable young lady's repertoire.

"My old friend Miss Mills has taken me in, and I am nicely settled. Mother did n't like the idea of my going

to a strange boardinghouse, so Miss Mills kindly made a place for me. You know she lets her rooms without

board, but she is going to give me my dinners, and I 'm to get my own breakfast and tea, quite independently.

I like that way, and it 's very little trouble, my habits are so simple; a bowl of bread and milk night and

morning, with baked apples or something of that sort, is all I want, and I can have it when I like."

"Is your room comfortably furnished? Can't we lend you anything, my dear? An easychair now, or a little

couch, so necessary when one comes in tired," said Mrs. Shaw, taking unusual interest in the affair.

"Thank you, but I don't need anything, for I brought all sorts of home comforts with me. Oh, Fan, you ought

to have seen my triumphal entry into the city, sitting among my goods and chattels, in a farmer's cart." Polly's

laugh was so infectious that every one smiled and forgot to be shocked at her performance. "Yes," she added,

"I kept wishing I could meet you, just to see your horrified face when you saw me sitting on my little sofa,

with boxes and bundles all round me, a birdcage on one side, a fishing basket, with a kitten's head popping

in and out of the hole, on the other side, and jolly old Mr. Brown, in his blue frock, perched on a keg of

apples in front. It was a lovely bright day, and I enjoyed the ride immensely, for we had all sorts of

"Oh, tell about it," begged Maud, when the general laugh at Polly's picture had subsided.

"Well, in the first place, we forgot my ivy, and Kitty came running after me, with it. Then we started again,

but were soon stopped by a great shouting, and there was Will racing down the hill, waving a pillow in one

hand and a squash pie in the other. How we did laugh when he came up and explained that our neighbor, old

Mrs. Dodd, had sent in a hoppillow for me, in case of headache, and a pie to begin housekeeping with. She

seemed so disappointed at being too late that Will promised to get them to me, if he ran all the way to town.

The pillow was easily disposed of, but that pie! I do believe it was stowed in every part of the wagon, and

never staid anywhere. I found it in my lap, then on the floor, next, upside down among the books, then just on

the point of coasting off a trunk into the road, and at last it landed in my rockingchair. Such a remarkable

pie as it was, too, for in spite of all its wanderings, it never got spilt or broken, and we finally ate it for lunch,

in order to be left in peace. Next, my kitty got away, and I had a chase over walls and brooks before I got her,

while Mr. Brown sat shaking with fun, to see me run. We finished off by having the bookshelves tumble on

our heads as we went down a hill, and losing my chair off behind, as we went up a hill. A shout made us

pause, and, looking back, there was the poor little chair rocking all by itself in the middle of the road, while a

Polly had run on in her lively way, not because she thought her adventures amounted to much, but from a

wish to cheer up her friends, who had struck her as looking rather dull and out of sorts, especially Mr. Shaw;

and when she saw him lean back in his chair with the old hearty laugh, she was satisfied, and blessed the

"I wish I 'd met you, I 'd have given you three cheers and a tiger, for it must have been an imposing

"No, you would n't; you 'd have whisked round the comer when you saw me coming or have stared straight

Polly laughed in his face just as she used to do, when she said that, and, in spite of the doubt cast upon his

courtesy, Tom rather liked it, though he had nothing to say for himself but a reproachful, "Now, Polly, that 's

"True, nevertheless. You must come and see my pets, Maud, for my cat and bird live together as happily as

brother and sister," said Polly, turning to Maud, who devoured every word she said.

"That 's not saying much for them," muttered Tom, feeling that Polly ought to address more of her

"Polly knows what she 's talking about; her brothers appreciate their sisters," observed Fanny, in her sharp

"And Polly appreciates her brothers, don't forget to add that, ma'am," answered Tom.

"Did I tell you that Will was going to college?" broke in Polly, to avert the rising storm.

"Hope he 'll enjoy himself," observed Tom, with the air of a man who had passed through all the mysteries,

and reached that state of sublime indifference which juniors seem to pride themselves upon.

"I think he will, he is so fond of study, and is so anxious to improve every opportunity. I only hope he won't

overwork and get sick, as so many boys do," said simple Polly, with such a respectful belief in the eager thirst

for knowledge of collegians as a class, that Tom regarded the deluded girl with a smile of lofty pity, from the

"Guess he won't hurt himself. I 'll see that he don't study too hard." And Tom's eyes twinkled as they used to

"I 'm afraid you can't be trusted as a guide, if various rumors I 've heard are true," said Polly, looking up at

him with a wistful expression, that caused his face to assume the sobriety of an owl's.

"Base slanders; I 'm as steady as a clock, an ornament to my class, and a model young man, ain't I, mother?"

And Tom patted her thin cheek with a caressing hand, sure of one firm friend in her; for when he ceased to be

a harumscarum boy, Mrs. Shaw began to take great pride in her son, and he, missing grandma, tried to fill

"Yes, dear, you are all I could ask," and Mrs. Shaw looked up at him with such affection and confidence in

her eyes, that Polly gave Tom the first approving look she had vouchsafed him since she came.

Why Tom should look troubled and turn grave all at once, she could n't understand, but she liked to see him

stroke his mother's cheek so softly, as he stood with his head resting on the high back of her chair, for Polly

fancied that he felt a man's pity for her weakness, and was learning a son's patient love for a mother who had

"I 'm so glad you are going to be here all winter, for we are to be very gay, and I shall enjoy taking you round

Polly shook her head decidedly. "It sounds very nice, but it can't be done, Fan, for I 've come to work, not

play; to save, not spend; and parties will be quite out of the question for me."

"You don't intend to work all the time, without a bit of fun, I hope," cried Fanny, dismayed at the idea.

"I mean to do what I 've undertaken, and not to be tempted away from my purpose by anything. I should n't

be fit to give lessons if I was up late, should I? And how far would my earnings go towards dress, carriages,

and all the little expenses which would come if I set up for a young lady in society? I can't do both, and I 'm

not going to try, but I can pick up bits of fun as I go along, and be contented with free concerts and lectures,

seeing you pretty often, and every Sunday Will is to spend with me, so I shall have quite as much dissipation

"If you don't come to my parties, I 'll never forgive you," said Fanny, as Polly paused, while Tom chuckled

"Any small party, where it will do to wear a plain black silk, I can come to; but the big ones must n't be

It was charming to see the resolution of Polly's face when she said that; for she knew her weakness, and

beyond that black silk she had determined not to go. Fanny said no more, for she felt quite sure that Polly

would relent when the time came, and she planned to give her a pretty dress for a Christmas present, so that

"I say, Polly, won't you give some of us fellows music lessons? Somebody wants me to play, and I 'd rather

learn of you than any Senor Twankydillo," said Tom, who did n't find the conversation interesting.

"Oh, yes; if any of you boys honestly want to learn, and will behave yourselves, I 'll take you; but I shall

charge extra," answered Polly, with a wicked sparkle of the eye, though her face was quite sober, and her

"Why, Polly, Tom is n't a boy; he 's twenty, and he says I must treat him with respect. Besides, he 's engaged,

and does put on such airs," broke in Maud who regarded her brother as a venerable being.

"Trix; why, did n't you know it?" answered Maud, as if it had been an event of national importance.

"No! is it true, Fan?" and Polly turned to her friend with a face full of surprise, while Tom struck an imposing

"I forgot to tell you in my last letter; it 's just out, and we don't like it very well," observed Fanny, who would

"It 's a very nice thing, and I am perfectly satisfied," announced Mrs. Shaw, rousing from a slight doze.

"Polly looks as if she did n't believe it. Have n't I the appearance of 'the happiest man alive'?" asked Tom,

"How the deuce should a man look, then?" cried Tom, rather nettled at her sober reception of the grand news.

"As if he had learned to care for some one a great deal more than for himself," answered Polly, with sudden

color in her cheeks, and a sudden softening of the voice, as her eyes turned away from Tom, who was the

picture of a complacent dandy, from the topmost curl of his auburn head to the tips of his aristocratic boots.

"Tommy 's quenched; I agree with you, Polly; I never liked Trix, and I hope it 's only a boyandgirl fancy,

that will soon die a natural death," said Mr. Shaw, who seemed to find it difficult to help falling into a brown

Shaw, Jr., being highly incensed at the disrespectful manner in which his engagement was treated, tried to

assume a superb air of indifference, and finding that a decided failure, was about to stroll out of the room

with a comprehensive nod, when his mother called after him: "Where are you going, dear?"

"To see Trix, of course. Goodby, Polly," and Mr. Thomas departed, hoping that by the skillful change of

tone, from ardent impatience to condescending coolness, he had impressed one hearer at least with the fact

that he regarded Trix as the star of his existence, and Polly as a presuming little chit.

If he could have heard her laugh, and Fanny's remarks, his wrath would have boiled over; fortunately he was

spared the trial, and went away hoping that the coquetries of his Trix would make him forget Polly's look

"My dear, that boy is the most deluded creature you ever saw," began Fanny, as soon as the front door

banged. "Belle and Trix both tried to catch him, and the slyest got him; for, in spite of his airs, he is as

softhearted as a baby. You see Trix has broken off two engagements already, and the third time she got

jilted herself. Such a fuss as she made! I declare, it really was absurd. But I do think she felt it very much, for

she would n't go out at all, and got thin, and pale, and blue, and was really quite touching. I pitied her, and

had her here a good deal, and Tom took her part; he always does stand up for the crushed ones, and that 's

good of him, I allow. Well, she did the forsaken very prettily; let Tom amuse her, and led him on till the poor

fellow lost his wits, and finding her crying one day (about her hat, which was n't becoming), he thought she

was mourning for Mr. Banks, and so, to comfort her, the goose proposed. That was all she wanted; she

snapped him up at once, and there he is in a nice scrape; for since her engagement she is as gay as ever, flirts

awfully with any one who comes along, and keeps Tom in a fume all the time. I really don't think he cares for

her half as much as he makes believe, but he 'll stand by her through thick and thin, rather than do as Banks

"Poor Tom!" was all Polly said, when Fan had poured the story into her ear, as they sat whispering in the sofa

"My only consolation is that Trix will break off the affair before spring; she always does, so that she may be

free for the summer campaign. It won't hurt Tom, but I hate to have him make a fool of himself out of pity,

"Well, that 's all fair; he is a torment sometimes, but I 'm rather fond of him in spite of it. I get so tired of the

other fellows, they are such absurd things and when Tom is in his good mood he is very nice and quite

"Yes, and when grandma was ill he was perfectly devoted. I did n't know the boy had so much gentleness in

him. He took her death sadly to heart, for, though he did n't say much, he was very grave and steady for a

long time. I tried to comfort him, and we had two or three real sweet little talks together, and seemed to get

acquainted for the first time. It was very nice, but it did n't last; good times never do with us. We soon got

Fanny sighed, then yawned, and fell into her usual listless attitude, as if the brief excitement of Polly's

"Walk home with me and see my funny little room. It 's bright now, and the air will do you good. Come, both

of you, and have a frolic as we used to," said Polly, for the red sunset now burning in the west seemed to

They agreed, and soon the three were walking briskly away to Polly's new home, in a quiet street, where a

few old trees rustled in the summer, and the morning sun shone pleasantly in winter time.

sang Polly, running up two flights of broad, oldfashioned steps, and opening the door of a back room, out of

"These are my pets, Maud," she added, pausing on the threshold, and beckoning the girls to look in quietly.

On the rug, luxuriously basking in the warmth, lay a gray kitten, and close by, meditatively roosting on one

leg, stood a plump canary, who cocked his bright eye at the newcomers, gave a loud chirp as if to wake his

comrade, and then flew straight to Polly's shoulder, where he broke into a joyful song to welcome his

"Allow me to introduce my family," said Polly; "this noisy little chap the boys named Nicodemus; and this

dozy cat is called Ashputtel, because the joy of her life is to get among the cinders. Now, take off your things,

and let me do the honors, for you are to stop to tea, and the carriage is to come for you at eight. I arranged it

"I want to see everything," said Maud, when the hats were off, and the hands warmed.

Then Polly showed her kingdom, and the three had a merry time over it. The big piano took up so much room

there was no place for a bed; but Polly proudly displayed the resources of her chintzcovered couch, for the

back let down, the seat lifted up, and inside were all the pillows and blankets. "So convenient, you see, and

yet out of the way in the daytime, for two or three of my pupils come to me," explained Polly.

Then there was a bright drugget over the faded carpet, the little rockingchair and sewingtable stood at one

window, the ivy ran all over the other, and hid the banqueting performances which went on in that corner.

Bookshelves hung over the sofa, a picture or two on the walls, and a great vase of autumn leaves and

grasses beautified the low chimneypiece. It was a very humble little room, but Polly had done her best to

make it pleasant, and it already had a homelike look, with the cheery fire, and the household pets chirping

"How nice it is!" exclaimed Maud, as she emerged from the big closet where Polly kept her stores. "Such a

cunning teakettle and saucepan, and a t^te.t^te set, and lots of good things to eat. Do have toast for tea,

Polly, and let me make it with the new toasting fork; it 's such fun to play cook."

Fanny was not so enthusiastic as her sister, for her eyes saw many traces of what seemed like poverty to her;

but Polly was so gay, so satisfied with her small establishment, so full of happy hopes and plans, that her

friend had not the heart to find a fault or suggest an improvement, and sat where she was told, laughing and

"This will be a country supper, girls," said Polly, bustling about. "Here is real cream, brown bread,

homemade cake, and honey from my own beehives. Mother fitted me out with such a supply, I 'm glad to

have a party, for I can't eat it all quick enough. Butter the toast, Maudie, and put that little cover over it. Tell

"What a capital housekeeper you will make some day," said Fanny, as she watched Polly spread her table

"Yes, it 's good practice," laughed Polly, filling her tiny teapot, and taking her place behind the tray, with a

"This is the most delicious party I ever went to," observed Maud, with her mouth full of honey, when the

feast was well under way. "I do wish I could have a nice room like this, and a cat and a bird that would n't eat

each other up, and a dear little teakettle, and make just as much toast as I like."

Such a peal of laughter greeted Maud's pensive aspiration, that Miss Mills smiled over her solitary cup of tea,

and little Nick burst into a perfect ecstasy of song, as he sat on the sugarbowl helping himself.

"I don't care for the toast and the kettle, but I do envy you your good spirits, Polly," said Fanny, as the

merriment subsided. "I 'm so tired of everybody and everything, it seems sometimes as if I should die of

"Things worry me sometimes, but I just catch up a broom and sweep, or wash hard, or walk, or go at

something with all my might, and I usually find that by the time I get through the worry is gone, or I 've got

courage enough to bear it without grumbling," answered Polly, cutting the brown loaf energetically.

"I can't do those things, you know; there 's no need of it, and I don't think they 'd cure my worrying," said

Fanny, languidly feeding Ashputtel, who sat decorously beside her, at the table, winking at the cream pot.

"A little poverty would do you good, Fan; just enough necessity to keep you busy till you find how good

work is; and when you once learn that, you won't complain of ennui any more," returned Polly, who had

taken kindly the hard lesson which twenty years of cheerful poverty had taught her.

"Mercy, no, I should hate that; but I wish some one would invent a new amusement for rich people. I 'm dead

sick of parties, and flirtations, trying to outdress my neighbors, and going the same round year after year,

Fanny's tone was bitter as well as discontented, her face sad as well as listless, and Polly had an instinctive

feeling that some trouble, more real than any she had ever known before, was lying heavy at her friend's

heart. That was not the time to speak of it, but Polly resolved to stand ready to offer sympathy, if nothing

more, whenever the confidential minute came; and her manner was so kind, so comfortable, that Fanny felt

its silent magic, grew more cheerful in the quiet atmosphere of that little room, and when they said

goodnight, after an oldtime gossip by the fire, she kissed her hostess warmly, saying, with a grateful look,

THE first few weeks were hard ones, for Polly had not yet outgrown her natural shyness and going among so

many strangers caused her frequent panics. But her purpose gave her courage, and when the ice was once

broken, her little pupils quickly learned to love her. The novelty soon wore off, and though she thought she

was prepared for drudgery, she found it very tedious to go on doing the same thing day after day. Then she

was lonely, for Will could only come once a week, her leisure hours were Fanny's busiest, and the "bits of

pleasure" were so few and far between that they only tantalized her. Even her small housekeeping lost its

charms, for Polly was a social creature, and the solitary meals were often sad ones. Ashputtel and Nick did

their best to cheer her, but they too, seemed to pine for country freedom and home atmosphere. Poor Puttel,

after gazing wistfully out of the window at the gaunt city cats skulking about the yard, would retire to the rug,

and curl herself up as if all hope of finding congenial society had failed; while little Nick would sing till he

vibrated on his perch, without receiving any response except an inquisitive chirp from the pert sparrows, who

seemed to twit him with his captivity. Yes, by the time the little teakettle had lost its brightness, Polly had

decided that getting one's living was no joke, and many of her brilliant hopes had shared the fate of the little

If one could only make the sacrifice all at once, and done with it, then it would seem easier; but to keep up a

daily sacrifice of one's wishes, tastes, and pleasures, is rather a hard task, especially when one is pretty,

young, and gay. Lessons all day, a highly instructive lecture, books over a solitary fire, or music with no

audience but a sleepy cat and a bird with his head tucked under his wing, for evening entertainment, was not

exactly what might be called festive; so, in spite of her brave resolutions, Polly did long for a little fun

sometimes, and after saying virtuously to herself at nine: "Yes, it is much wiser and better for me to go to bed

early, and be ready for work tomorrow," she would lie awake hearing the carriages roll to and fro, and

imagining the gay girls inside, going to party, opera, or play, till Mrs. Dodd's hop pillow might as well have

been stuffed with nettles, for any sleep it brought, or any use it was, except to catch and hide the tears that

Another thorn that wounded our Polly in her first attempt to make her way through the thicket that always

bars a woman's progress, was the discovery that working for a living shuts a good many doors in one's face

even in democratic America. As Fanny's guest she had been, in spite of poverty, kindly received wherever her

friend took her, both as child and woman. Now, things were changed; the kindly people patronized, the

careless forgot all about her, and even Fanny, with all her affection, felt that Polly the music teacher would

not be welcome in many places where Polly the young lady had been accepted as "Miss Shaw's friend."

Some of the girls still nodded amiably, but never invited her to visit them; others merely dropped their

eyelids, and went by without speaking, while a good many ignored her as entirely as if she had been invisible.

These things hurt Polly more than she would confess, for at home every one worked, and every one was

respected for it. She tried not to care, but girls feel little slights keenly, and more than once Polly was

Fanny never failed to ask her to every sort of festivity in the Shaw mansion; but after a few trials, Polly

firmly declined everything but informal visits when the family were alone. She soon found that even the new

black silk was n't fine enough for Fanny's smallest party, and, after receiving a few of the expressive glances

by which women convey their opinion of their neighbor's toilet, and overhearing a joke or two "about that

inevitable dress," and "the little blackbird," Polly folded away the once treasured frock, saying, with a choke

in her voice: "I 'll wear it for Will, he likes it, and clothes can't change his love for me."

I am afraid the wholesome sweetness of Polly's nature was getting a little soured by these troubles; but before

lasting harm was done, she received, from an unexpected source, some of the real help which teaches young

people how to bear these small crosses, by showing them the heavier ones they have escaped, and by giving

them an idea of the higher pleasures one may earn in the good, oldfashioned ways that keep hearts sweet,

Everybody has their days of misfortune like little Rosamond, and Polly was beginning to think she had more

than her share. One of these ended in a way which influenced her whole life, and so we will record it. It

began early; for the hardhearted little grate would n't behave itself till she had used up a ruinous quantity of

kindlings. Then she scalded poor Puttel by upsetting her coffeepot; and instead of a leisurely, cosy meal,

had to hurry away uncomfortably, for everything went wrong even to the coming off of both bonnet strings in

the last dreadful scramble. Being late, she of course forgot her music, and hurrying back for it, fell into a

Such a trying morning as that was! Polly felt out of tune herself, and all the pianos seemed to need a tuner as

much as she did. The pupils were unusually stupid, and two of them announced that their mamma was going

to take them to the South, whither she was suddenly called. This was a blow, for they had just begun, and

Polly had n't the face to send in a bill for a whole quarter, though her plans and calculations were sadly

Trudging home to dinner, tired and disappointed, poor Polly received another blow, which hurt her more than

the loss of all her pupils. As she went hurrying along with a big music book in one hand and a paper bag of

rolls for tea in the other, she saw Tom and Trix coming. As she watched them while they slowly approached,

looking so gay and handsome and happy, it seemed to Polly as if all the sunshine and good walking was on

their side of the street, all the wintry wind and mud on hers. Longing to see a friendly face and receive a kind

word, she crossed over, meaning to nod and smile at least. Trix saw her first, and suddenly became absorbed

in the distant horizon. Tom apparently did not see her, for his eyes were fixed on a fine horse just prancing

by. Polly thought that he had seen her, and approached with a curious little flutter at her heart, for if Tom cut

On they came, Trix intent on the view, Tom staring at the handsome horse, and Polly, with red checks,

expectant eyes, and the brown bundle, in full sight. One dreadful minute as they came parallel, and no one

spoke or bowed, then it was all over, and Polly went on, feeling as if some one had slapped her in the face.

"She would n't have believed it of Tom; it was all the doings of that horrid Trix; well, she would n't trouble

him any more, if he was such a snob as to be ashamed of her just because she carried bundles and worked for

her bread." She clutched the paper bag fiercely as she said this to herself, then her eyes filled, and her lips

Now Tom was quite guiltless of this offence, and had always nodded to Polly when they met; but it so

happened he had always been alone till now, and that was why it cut so deeply, especially as Polly never had

approved of Trix. Before she could clear her eyes or steady her face, a gentleman met her, lifted his hat,

smiled, and said pleasantly, "Good morning, Miss Polly, I 'm glad to meet you." Then, with a sudden change

of voice and manner, he added, "I beg pardon is anything the matter can I be of service?"

It was very awkward, but it could n't be helped, and all Polly could do was to tell the truth and make the best

"It 's very silly, but it hurts me to be cut by my old friends. I shall get used to it presently, I dare say."

Mr. Sydney glanced back, recognized the couple behind them, and turned round with a disgusted expression.

Polly was fumbling for her handkerchief, and without a word he took both book and bundle from her, a little

bit of kindness that meant a good deal just then. Polly felt it, and it did her good; hastily wiping the traitorous

eyes, she laughed and said cheerfully, "There, I 'm all right again; thank you, don't trouble yourself with my

"No trouble, I assure you, and this book reminds me of what I was about to say. Have you an hour to spare

for my little niece? Her mother wants her to begin, and desired me to make the inquiry."

"Did she, really?" and Polly looked up at him, as if she suspected him of inventing the whole thing, out of

Mr. Sydney smiled, and taking a note from his pocket, presented it, saying, with a reproachful look, "Behold

Polly begged pardon, read the note from the little girl's mother, which was to have been left at her room if she

was absent, and gave the bearer a very grateful look as she accepted this welcome addition to her pupils. Well

pleased at the success of his mission, Sydney artfully led the conversation to music, and for a time Polly

forgot her woes, talking enthusiastically on her favorite theme. As she reclaimed her book and bag, at her

own door, she said, in her honest way, "Thank you very much for trying to make me forget my foolish little

"Then let me say one thing more; though appearances are against him, I don't believe Tom Shaw saw you.

Miss Trix is equal to that sort of thing, but it is n't like Tom, for with all his foppery he is a good fellow at

As Mr. Sydney said this, Polly held out her hand with a hearty "Thank you for that." The young man shook

the little hand in the gray woollen glove, gave her exactly the same bow which he did the Honorable Mrs.

Davenport, and went away, leaving Polly to walk up stairs and address Puttel with the peculiar remark, "You

are a true gentleman! so kind to say that about Tom. I 'll think it 's so, anyway; and won't I teach Minnie in

Puttel purred, Nick chirped approvingly, and Polly ate her dinner with a better appetite than she had expected.

But at the bottom of her heart there was a sore spot still, and the afternoon lessons dragged dismally. It was

dusk when she got home, and as she sat in the firelight eating her bread and milk, several tears bedewed the

"Now this won't do," she broke out all at once; "this is silly and wicked, and can't be allowed. I 'll try the old

plan and put myself right by doing some little kindness to somebody. Now what shall it be? O, I know! Fan is

going to a party tonight; I 'll run up and help her dress; she likes to have me, and I enjoy seeing the pretty

things. Yes, and I 'll take her two or three clusters of my daphne, it 's so sweet."

Up got Polly, and taking her little posy, trotted away to the Shaws', determined to be happy and contented in

She found Fanny enduring torment under the hands of the hairdresser, who was doing his best to spoil her

hair, and distort her head with a mass of curls, braids, frizzles, and puffs; for though I discreetly refrain from

any particular description, still, judging from the present fashions, I think one may venture to predict that six

"How kind of you, Polly; I was just wishing you were here to arrange my flowers. These lovely daphnes will

give odor to my camellias, and you were a dear to bring them. There 's my dress; how do you like it?" said

"It 's regularly splendid; but how do you ever get into it?" answered Polly, surveying with girlish interest the

"It 's fearfully and wonderfully made, but distractingly becoming, as you shall see. Trix thinks I 'm going to

wear blue, so she has got a green one, and told Belle it would spoil the effect of mine, as we are much

together, of course. Was n't that sweet of her? Belle came and told me in, time, and I just got pink, so my

"I guess she has been reading the life of Josephine. You know she made a pretty lady, of whom she was

jealous, sit beside her on a green sofa, which set off her own white dress and spoilt the blue one of her guest,"

"Trix never reads anything; you are the one to pick up clever little stories. I 'll remember and use this one.

Am I done? Yes, that is charming, is n't it, Polly?" and Fan rose to inspect the success of Monsieur's long

"You know I don't appreciate a stylish coiffure as I ought, so I like your hair in the old way best. But this is

"Of course it is. Why, child, I have frizzed and burnt my hair so that I look like an old maniac with it in its

natural state, and have to repair damages as well as I can. Now put the flowers just here," and Fanny laid a

pink camellia in a nest of fuzz, and stuck a spray of daphne straight up at the back of her head.

"O, Fan, don't, it looks horridly so!" cried Polly, longing to add a little beauty to her friend's sallow face by a

"Can't help it, that 's the way, and so it must be," answered Fan, planting another sprig halfway up the tower.

Polly groaned and offered no more suggestions as the work went on; but when Fan was finished from top to

toe, she admired all she honestly could, and tried to keep her thoughts to herself. But her frank face betrayed

her, for Fanny turned on her suddenly, saying, "You may as well free your mind, Polly, for I see by your eyes

"I was only thinking of what grandma once said, that modesty had gone out of fashion," answered Polly,

glancing at the waist of her friend's dress, which consisted of a belt, a bit of lace, and a pair of shoulder

Fanny laughed goodnaturedly, saying, as she clasped her necklace, "If I had such shoulders as yours, I

should n't care what the fashion was. Now don't preach, but put my cloak on nicely, and come along, for I 'm

"I wish you were, and you would be, Polly, if you weren't such a resolute thing. I 've teased, and begged, and

offered anything I have if you 'll only break your absurd vow, and come and enjoy yourself."

"Thank you; but I won't, so don't trouble your kind heart about me; I 'm all right," said Polly, stoutly.

But when they drew up before the lighted house, and she found herself in the midst of the pleasant stir of

festivity, the coming and going of carriages, the glimpses of bright colors, forms, and faces, the bursts of

music, and a general atmosphere of gayety, Polly felt that she was n't all right, and as she drove away for a

dull evening in her lonely little room, she just cried as heartily as any child denied a stick of candy.

"It 's dreadful wicked of me, but I can't help it," she sobbed to herself, in the corner of the carriage. "That

music sets me all in a twitter, and I should have looked nice in Fan's blue tarlatan, and I know I could behave

as well as any one, and have lots of partners, though I 'm not in that set. Oh, just one good gallop with Mr.

Sydney or Tom! No, Tom would n't ask me there, and I would n't accept if he did. Oh, me! oh, me! I wish I

So Polly made her moan, and by the time she got home, was just in the mood to go to bed and cry herself to

sleep, as girls have a way of doing when their small affliction becomes unbearable.

But Polly did n't get a chance to be miserable very long, for as she went up stairs feeling like the most injured

girl in the world, she caught a glimpse of Miss Mills, sewing away with such a bright face that she could n't

"Sit down, my dear, I 'm glad to see you, but excuse me if I go on with my work, as I 'm in a driving hurry to

get these things done tonight," said the brisk little lady, with a smile and a nod, as she took a new needleful

"Let me help you, then; I 'm lazy and cross, and it will do me good," said Polly, sitting down with the

"Thank you, my dear; yes, you can just hem the skirt while I put in the sleeves, and that will be a great lift."

Polly put on her thimble in silence, but as Miss Mills spread the white flannel over her lap, she exclaimed,

"No, dear, thank God, it is n't, but it might have been, if we had n't saved the poor little soul," cried Miss

Mills, with a sudden brightening of the face, which made it beautiful in spite of the stiff gray curl that bobbed

"Will you tell me about it? I like to hear your adventures and good works so much," said Polly, ready to be

"Ah, my dear, it 's a very common story, and that 's the saddest part of it. I 'll tell you all about it, for I think

you may be able to help me. Last night I watched with poor Mary Floyd. She 's dying of consumption, you

know," began Miss Mills, as her nimble fingers flew, and her kind old face beamed over the work, as if she

put a blessing in with every stitch. "Mary was very low, but about midnight fell asleep, and I was trying to

keep things quiet, when Mrs. Finn she 's the woman of the house came and beckoned me out, with a scared

face. 'Little Jane has killed herself, and I don't know what to do,' she said, leading me up to the attic."

"I only knew her as a pale, shy young girl who went in and out, and seldom spoke to any one. Mrs. Finn told

me she was poor, but a busy, honest, little thing, who did n't mix with the other folks, but lived and worked

alone. 'She has looked so downhearted and pale for a week, that I thought she was sick, and asked her about

it,' said Mrs. Finn, 'but she thanked me in her bashful way, and said she was pretty well, so I let her alone. But

tonight, as I went up late to bed, I was kind of impressed to look in and see how the poor thing did, for she

had n't left her room all day. I did look in, and here 's what I found.' As Mrs. Finn ended she opened the door

of the back attic, and I saw about as sad a sight as these old eyes ever looked at."

"A bare room, cold as a barn, and on the bed a little dead, white face that almost broke my heart, it was so

thin, so patient, and so young. On the table was a bottle half full of laudanum, an old pocketbook, and a

DEAR MRS. FINN, Please forgive me for the trouble I make you, but I don't see any other way. I can't get

work that pays enough to keep me; the Dr. says I can't be well unless I rest. I hate to be a burden, so I 'm

going away not to trouble anybody anymore. I 've sold my things to pay what I owe you. Please let me be as I

am, and don't let people come and look at me. I hope it is n't very wicked, but there don't seem any room for

me in the world, and I 'm not afraid to die now, though I should be if I stayed and got bad because I had n't

"O, Miss Mills, how dreadful!" cried Polly, with her eyes so full she could hardly read the little letter.

"Not so dreadful as it might have been, but a bitter, sad thing to see that child, only seventeen, lying there in

her little clean, old nightgown, waiting for death to come and take her, because 'there did n't seem to be any

room for her in the world.' Ah, well, we saved her, for it was n't too late, thank heaven, and the first thing she

said was, 'Oh, why did you bring me back?' I 've been nursing her all day, hearing her story, and trying to

show her that there is room and a welcome for her. Her mother died a year ago, and since then she has been

struggling along alone. She is one of the timid, innocent, humble creatures who can't push their way, and so

get put aside and forgotten. She has tried all sorts of poorly paid work, could n't live on it decently, got

discouraged, sick, frightened, and could see no refuge from the big, bad world but to get out of it while she

was n't afraid to die. A very old story, my dear, new and dreadful as it seems to you, and I think it won't do

you any harm to see and help this little girl, who has gone through dark places that you are never like to

"I will; indeed, I will do all I can! Where is she now?" asked Polly, touched to the heart by the story, so

"There," and Miss Mills pointed to the door of her own little bedroom. "She was well enough to be moved

tonight, so I brought her home and laid her safely in my bed. Poor little soul! she looked about her for a

minute, then the lost look went away, and she gave a great sigh, and took my hand in both her thin bits of

ones, and said, 'O, ma'am, I feel as if I 'd been born into a new world. Help me to begin again, and I 'll do

better.' So I told her she was my child now, and might rest here, sure of a home as long as I had one."

As Miss Mills spoke in her motherly tone, and cast a proud and happy look toward the warm and quiet nest in

which she had sheltered this friendless little sparrow, feeling sure that God meant her to keep it from falling

to the ground, Polly put both arms about her neck, and kissed her withered cheek with as much loving

reverence as if she had been a splendid saint, for in the likeness of this plain old maid she saw the lovely

"How good you are! Dear Miss Mills, tell me what to do, let me help you, I 'm ready for anything," said

Polly, very humbly, for her own troubles looked so small and foolish beside the stern hardships which had

nearly had so tragical an end, that she felt heartily ashamed of herself, and quite burned to atone for them.

Miss, Mills stopped to stroke the fresh cheek opposite, to smile, and say, "Then, Polly, I think I 'll ask you to

go in and say a friendly word to my little girl. The sight of you will do her good; and you have just the right

"Yes, dear, you 've the gift of sympathy, and the rare art of showing it without offending. I would n't let many

girls in to see my poor Jenny, because they 'd only flutter and worry her; but you 'll know what to do; so go,

Polly threw the warm garment over her arm, feeling a thrill of gratitude that it was to wrap a living girl in,

and not to hide away a young heart that had grown cold too soon. Pushing open the door, she went quietly

into the dimly lighted room, and on the pillow saw a face that drew her to it with an irresistible power, for it

was touched by a solemn shadow that made its youth pathetic. As she paused at the bedside, thinking the girl

asleep, a pair of hollow, dark eyes opened wide, and looked up at her; startled at first, then softening with

pleasure, at sight of the bonny face before them, and then a humble, beseeching expression filled them, as if

asking pardon for the rash act nearly committed, and pity for the hard fate that prompted it. Polly read the

language of these eyes, and answered their mute prayer with a simple eloquence that said more than any

words for she just stooped down and kissed the poor child, with her own eyes full, and lips that trembled with

the sympathy she could not tell. Jenny put both arms about her neck, and began to shed the quiet tears that so

refresh and comfort heavy hearts when a tender touch unseals the fountain where they lie.

"Oh, yes, you do; don't think of that, but rest and let us pet you. The old life was too hard for such a little

thing as you, and we are going to try and make the new one ever so much easier and happier," said Polly,

forgetting everything except that this was a girl like herself, who needed heartening up.

"Do you live here?" asked Jenny, when her tears were wiped away, still clinging to the newfound friend.

"Yes, Miss Mills lets me have a little room up stairs, and there I have my cat and bird, my piano and my posy

pots, and live like a queen. You must come up and see me tomorrow if you are able. I 'm often lonely, for

there are no young people in the house to play with me," answered Polly, smiling hospitably.

"How beautiful it sounds, and how happy you must be, so strong and pretty, and able to go round making

music all the time," sighed Jenny, looking with respectful admiration at the plump, firm hand held in both her

It did sound pleasant even to Polly's ears, and she felt suddenly so rich, and so contented, that she seemed a

different creature from the silly girl who cried because she could n't go to the party. It passed through her

mind like a flash, the contrast between her life, and that of the wan creature lying before her, and she felt as if

she could not give enough out of her abundance to this needy little sister, who had nothing in the wide world

but the life just saved to her. That minute did more for Polly than many sermons, or the wisest books, for it

brought her face to face with bitter truths, showed her the dark side of life, and seemed to blow away her little

vanities, her frivolous desires, like a wintry wind, that left a wholesome atmosphere behind. Sitting on the

bedside, Polly listened while Jane told the story, which was so new to her listener, that every word sank deep

"Now you must go to sleep. Don't cry nor think, nor do anything but rest. That will please Miss Mills best. I

'll leave the doors open, and play you a lullaby that you can't resist. Good night, dear." And with another kiss,

Polly went away to sit in the darkness of her own room, playing her softest airs till the tired eyes below were

shut, and little Jane seemed to float away on a sea of pleasant sounds, into the happier life which had just

Polly had fully intended to be very miserable, and cry herself to sleep; but when she lay down at last, her

pillow seemed very soft, her little room very lovely, with the firelight flickering on all the homelike

objects, and her newblown roses breathing her a sweet goodnight. She no longer felt an injured,

hardworking, unhappy Polly, but as if quite burdened with blessings, for which she was n't half grateful

enough. She had heard of poverty and suffering, in the vague, faroff way, which is all that many girls, safe

in happy homes, ever know of it; but now she had seen it, in a shape which she could feel and understand,

and life grew more earnest to her from that minute. So much to do in the great, busy world, and she had done

so little. Where should she begin? Then, like an answer came little Jenny's words, now taking a,'new

significance' to Polly's mind, "To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time." Yes, she

could do that; and with a very earnest prayer, Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a

tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it

Little Jane's last thought had been to wish with all her might, that "God would bless the dear, kind girl up

there, and give her all she asked." I think both prayers, although too humble to be put in words, went up

POLLY'S happiest day was Sunday, for Will never failed to spend it with her. Instead of sleeping later than

usual that morning, she was always up bright and early, flying round to get ready for her guest, for Will came

to breakfast, and they made a long day of it. Will considered his sister the best and prettiest girl going, and

Polly, knowing well that a time would come when he would find a better and a prettier, was grateful for his

good opinion, and tried to deserve it. So she made her room and herself as neat and inviting as possible, and

always ran to meet him with a bright face and a motherly greeting, when he came tramping in, ruddy, brisk,

and beaming, with the brown loaf and the little pot of beans from the bakehouse near by.

They liked a good country breakfast, and nothing gave Polly more satisfaction than to see her big boy clear

the dishes, empty the little coffeepot, and then sit and laugh at her across the ravaged table. Another

pleasure was to let him help clear away, as they used to do at home, while the peals of laughter that always

accompanied this performance did Miss Mills' heart good to hear, for the room was so small and Will so big

that he seemed to be everywhere at once, and Polly and Puttel were continually dodging his long arms and

legs. Then they used to inspect the flower pots, pay Nick a visit, and have a little music as a good beginning

for the day, after which they went to church and dined with Miss Mills, who considered Will "an excellent

young man." If the afternoon was fair, they took a long walk together over the bridges into the country, or

about the city streets full of Sabbath quietude. Most people meeting them would have seen only an awkward

young man, with a boy's face atop of his tall body, and a quietly dressed, fresh faced little woman hanging on

his arm; but a few people, with eyes to read romances and pleasant histories everywhere, found something

very attractive in this couple, and smiled as they passed, wondering if they were young, lovers, or country

If the day was stormy, they stayed at home, reading, writing letters, talking over their affairs, and giving each

other good advice; for, though Will was nearly three years younger than Polly, he could n't for the life of him

help assuming amusingly venerable airs, when he became a Freshman. In the twilight he had a good lounge

on the sofa, and Polly sung to him, which arrangement he particularly enjoyed, it was so "cosy and homey."

At nine o'clock, Polly packed his bag with clean clothes, nicely mended, such remnants of the festive tea as

were transportable, and kissed him "goodnight," with many injunctions to muffle up his throat going over

the bridge, and be sure that his feet were dry and warm when he went to bed. All of which Will laughed at,

accepted graciously, and did n't obey; but he liked it, and trudged away for another week's work, rested,

cheered, and strengthened by that quiet, happy day with Polly, for he had been brought up to believe in home

influences, and this brother and sister loved one another dearly, and were not ashamed to own it.

One other person enjoyed the humble pleasures of these Sundays quite as much as Polly and Will. Maud used

to beg to come to tea, and Polly, glad to do anything for those who had done a good deal for her, made a point

of calling for the little girl as they came home from their walk, or sending Will to escort her in the carriage,

which Maud always managed to secure if bad weather threatened to quench her hopes. Tom and Fanny

laughed at her fancy, but she did not tire of it, for the child was lonely, and found something in that little

Maud was twelve now; a pale, plain child, with sharp, intelligent eyes, and a busy little mind, that did a good

deal more thinking than anybody imagined. She was just at the unattractive, fidgety age when no one knew

what to do with her, and so let her fumble her way up as she could, finding pleasure in odd things, and living

much alone, for she did not go to school, because her shoulders were growing round, and Mrs. Shaw would

not "allow her figure to be spoiled." That suited Maud excellently; and whenever her father spoke of sending

her again, or getting a governess, she was seized with bad headaches, a pain in her back, or weakness of the

eyes, at which Mr. Shaw laughed, but let her holiday go on. Nobody seemed to care much for plain,

pugnosed little Maudie; her father was busy, her mother nervous and sick, Fanny absorbed in her own

affairs, and Tom regarded her as most young men do their younger sisters, as a person born for his

amusement and convenience, nothing more. Maud admired Tom with all her heart, and made a little slave of

herself to him, feeling well repaid if he merely said, "Thank you, chicken," or did n't pinch her nose, or nip

her ear, as he had a way of doing, "just as if I was a doll, or a dog, and had n't got any feelings," she

sometimes said to Fanny, when some service or sacrifice had been accepted without gratitude or respect. It

never occurred to Tom, when Maud sat watching him with her face full of wistfulness, that she wanted to be

petted as much as ever he did in his neglected boyhood, or that when he called her "Pug" before people, her

little feelings were as deeply wounded as his used to be, when the boys called him "Carrots." He was fond of

her in his fashion, but he did n't take the trouble to show it, so Maud worshipped him afar off, afraid to betray

One snowy Sunday afternoon Tom lay on the sofa in his favorite attitude, reading "Pendennis" for the fourth

time, and smoking like a chimney as he did so. Maud stood at the window watching the falling flakes with an

"Don't do that again, chicken, or you 'll blow me away. What's the matter?" asked Tom, throwing down his

"Of course you can't; it 's snowing hard, and father won't be home with the carriage till this evening. What are

"I like it; we have such nice times, and Will is there, and we bake little johnnycakes in the baker before the

"I give you my word I won't, if I can help it; but I really am dying of curiosity to know what you do down

there. You like to hear secrets, so tell me yours, and I 'll be as dumb as an oyster."

"It is n't a secret, and you would n't care for it. Do you want another pillow?" she added, as Tom gave his a

"This will do; but why you women always stick tassels and fringe all over a sofacushion, to tease and tickle

"One thing that Polly does Sunday nights, is to take Will's head in her lap, and smooth his forehead. It rests

him after studying so hard, she says. If you don't like the pillow, I could do that for you, 'cause you look as if

you were more tired of studying than Will," said Maud, with some hesitation, but an evident desire to be

"Well, I don't care if you do try it, for I am confoundedly tired." And Tom laughed, as he recalled the frolic

Maud established herself with great satisfaction, and Tom owned that a silk apron was nicer than a fuzzy

"Do you like it?" she asked, after a few strokes over the hot forehead, which she thought was fevered by

"Not bad; play away," was the gracious reply, as Tom shut his eyes, and lay so still that Maud was charmed

at the success of her attempt. Presently, she said, softly, "Tom, are you asleep?"

"Before you get quite round would you please tell me what a Public Admonition is?"

"I heard Will talking about Publics and Privates, and I meant to ask him, but I forgot."

"I don't remember; it was about somebody who cut prayers, and got a Private, and had done all sorts of bad

things, and had one or two Publics. I did n't hear the name and did n't care; I only wanted to know what the

"Will's a 'dig,'" growled Tom, shutting his eyes again, as if nothing more could be said of the delinquent

"You need n't sniff at him, for he is nice, and treats me with respect," cried Maud, with an energy that made

"He 's good to Polly always, and puts on her cloak for her, and says 'my dear,' and kisses her 'goodnight,' and

don't think it 's silly, and I wish I had a brother just like him, yes, I do!" And Maud showed signs of woe, for

"Bless my boots! what's the chicken ruffling up her little feathers and pecking at me for? Is that the way Polly

"Oh, I forgot! there, I won't cry; but I do want to go," and Maud swallowed her tears, and began to stroke

Now Tom's horse and sleigh were in the stable, for he meant to drive out to College that evening, but he did

n't take Maud's hint. It was less trouble to lie still, and say in a conciliatory tone, "Tell me some more about

"No, I shan't, but I 'll tell about Puttel's playing on the piano," said Maud, anxious to efface the memory of

her momentary weakness. "Polly points to the right key with a little stick, and Puttel sits on the stool and pats

each key as it 's touched, and it makes a tune. It 's so funny to see her, and Nick perches on the rack and sings

Maud felt that her conversation was not as interesting as she hoped, and tried again.

"I asked which she thought had the nicest face, and she said yours was the handsomest, and his the best."

"Does he ever go there?" asked a sharp voice behind them; and looking round Maud saw Fanny in the big

"I never saw him there; he sent up some books one day, and Will teased her about it."

"What a spectacle!" and Tom looked as if he would have enjoyed seeing it, but Fanny's face grew so

forbidding, that Tom's little dog, who was approaching to welcome her, put his tail between his legs and fled

"Then there is n't any 'Sparking Sunday night'?" sung Tom, who appeared to have waked up again.

"Of course not. Polly is n't going to marry anybody; she 's going to keep house for Will when he 's a minister,

"She likes it, and I 'm sure I should think she would; it 's beautiful to hear 'em plan it all out."

"Any more gossip to retail, Pug?" asked Tom a minute after, as Maud seemed absorbed in visions of the,

"He told a funny story about blowing up one of the professors. You never told us, so I suppose you did n't

know it. Some bad fellow put a torpedo, or some sort of powder thing, under the chair, and it went off in the

midst of the lesson, and the poor man flew up, frightened most to pieces, and the boys ran with pails of water

to put the fire out. But the thing that made Will laugh most was, that the very fellow who did it got his

trousers burnt trying to put out the fire, and he asked the is it Faculty or President? "

"Well, he asked 'em to give him some new ones, and they did give him money enough, for a nice pair; but he

got some cheap ones, with horrid great stripes on 'em, and always wore 'em to that particular class, 'which

was one too many for the fellows,' Will said, and with the rest of the money he had a punch party. Was n't it

"Awful!" And Tom exploded into a great laugh, that made Fanny cover her ears, and the little dog bark

"Slightly," gasped Tom, in whose wardrobe at college those identical trousers were hanging at that moment.

"Girls' heads always do ache," answered Tom, subsiding from a roar into a chuckle.

"What pleasure you boys can find in such ungentlemanly things, I don't see," said Fanny, who was evidently

"As much a mystery to you as it is to us, how you girls can like to gabble and prink from one week's end to

There was a pause after this little passageatarms, but Fan wanted to be amused, for time hung heavily on

"Well, I 'll leave it to you if this is n't unreasonable: she won't dance with me herself, yet don't like me to go it

with anybody else. I said, I thought, if a fellow took a girl to a party, she ought to dance with him once, at

least, especially if they were engaged. She said that was the very reason why she should n't do it; so, at the

last hop, I let her alone, and had a gay time with Belle, and today Trix gave it to me hot and heavy, coming

"If you go and engage yourself to a girl like that, I don't know what you can expect. Did she wear her Paris

"She wore some sort of a blue thing, with a confounded bird of Paradise in it, that kept whisking into my face

"They know a lady when they see her, and Trix don't look like one; I can't say where the trouble is, but there

's too much fuss and feathers for my taste. You are twice as stylish, yet you never look loud or fast."

Touched by this unusual compliment, Fanny drew her chair nearer as she replied with complacency, "Yes, I

flatter myself I do know how to dress well. Trix never did; she 's fond of gay colors, and generally looks like

"Can't you give her a hint? Tell her not to wear blue gloves anyway, she knows I hate 'em."

"I 've done my best for your sake, Tom, but she is a perverse creature, and don't mind a word I say, even

Maud went; and as soon as the door was shut, Tom rose on his elbow, saying in a cautiously lowered voice,

"Come, you know what I mean; I 've a right to ask and you ought to tell," said Tom, soberly, for he was

"Well, between ourselves," said Tom, looking a little sheepish, but anxious to set his mind at rest, "she never

will let me kiss her on her cheek, nothing but an unsatisfactory peck at her lips. Then the other day, as I took

a bit of heliotrope out of a vase to put in my buttonhole, I whisked a drop of water into her face; I was going

to wipe it off, but she pushed my hand away, and ran to the glass, where she carefully dabbed it dry, and

came back with one cheek redder than the other. I did n't say anything, but I had my suspicions. Come now,

"Yes, she does; but don't say a word to her, for she 'll never forgive my telling if she knew it."

"I don't care for that; I don't like it, and I won't have it," said Tom, decidedly.

"You can't help yourself. Half the girls do it, either paint or powder, darken their lashes with burnt hairpins,

or take cologne on lumps of sugar or belladonna to make their eyes bright. Clara tried arsenic for her

complexion, but her mother stopped it," said Fanny, betraying the secrets of the prisonhouse in the basest

"I knew you girls were a set of humbugs, and very pretty ones, too, some of you, but I can't say I like to see

"I don't do anything of the sort, or need it, but Trix does; and having chosen her, you must abide your choice,

"It has n't come to that yet," muttered Tom, as he lay down again with a rebellious air.

Maud's return put an end to these confidences, though Tom excited her curiosity by asking the mysterious

"No, she thinks it 's awful. When she gets pale and dragged out she will probably change her mind."

"Polly says it is n't proper to talk secrets before people who ain't in 'em," observed Maud, with dignity.

"Do, for mercy sake, stop talking about Polly, I 'm sick to death of it," cried Fanny, snappishly.

"Hullo!" and Tom sat up to take a survey. "I thought you were bosom friends, and as spoony as ever."

"Well, I am fond of Polly, but I get tired of hearing Maud sing her praises everlastingly. Now don't go and

"As two sticks; let her be. There 's the bell; see who it is, Pug," answered Tom, as a tingle broke the silence of

"It 's Will come for me! Can't I go? It don't snow hard, and I 'll bundle up, and you can send for me when

Without waiting for any other permission, Maud rushed away to get ready. Will would n't come up, he was so

snowy, and Fanny was glad, because with her he was bashful, awkward, and silent, so Tom went down and

entertained him with Maud's report. They were very good friends, but led entirely different lives, Will being a

"dig," and Tom a "bird," or, in plain English, one was a hard student, and the other a jolly young gentleman.

Tom had rather patronized Will, who did n't like it, and showed that he did n't by refusing to borrow money

of him, or accept any of his invitations to join the clubs and societies to which Tom belonged. So Shaw let

Milton alone, and he got on very well in his own way, doggedly sticking to his books, and resisting all

temptations but those of certain libraries, athletic games, and such inexpensive pleasures as were within his

means; for this benighted youth had not yet discovered that college nowadays is a place in which to

When Maud came down and trotted contentedly away, holding Will's hand, Tom watched them out of sight,

and then strolled about the house whistling and thinking, till he went to sleep in his father's armchair, for

want of something better to do. He awoke to the joys of a solitary tea, for his mother never came down, and

"Well, this is cheerful," he said, as the clock struck eight, and his fourth cigar came to an end. "Trix is mad,

and Fan in the dumps, so I 'll take myself off. Guess I 'll go round to Polly's, and ask Will to drive out with

me, and save him the walk, poor chap. Might bring Midget home, it will please her, and there 's no knowing

With these thoughts in his head, Tom leisurely got under way, and left his horse at a neighboring stable, for

"Polly is holding forth," he said to himself, as he went quietly up stairs, and the steady murmur of a pleasant

voice came down to him. Tom laughed at Polly's earnest way of talking when she was interested in anything.

But he liked it because it was so different from the coquettish clatter of most of the girls with whom he

talked. Young men often laugh at the sensible girls whom they secretly respect, and affect to admire the silly

ones whom they secretly despise, because earnestness, intelligence, and womanly dignity are not the fashion.

The door was ajar, and pausing in the dark entry Tom took a survey before he went in. The prospect was not

dazzling, but homelike and pleasant. The light of a bright fire filled the little room, and down on a stool

before it was Maud tending Puttel, and watching with deep interest the roasting of an apple intended for her

special benefit. On the couch lounged Will, his thoughtful eyes fixed on Polly, who, while she talked,

smoothed the broad forehead of her "yellowhaired laddie" in a way that Tom thought an immense

improvement on Maud's performance. They had evidently been building castles in the air, for Polly was

saying in her most impressive manner, "Well, whatever you do, Will, don't have a great, costly church that

takes so much money to build and support it that you have nothing to give away. I like the plain,

oldfashioned churches, built for use, not show, where people met for hearty praying and preaching, and

where everybody made their own music instead of listening to opera singers, as we do now. I don't care if the

old churches were bare and cold, and the seats hard, there was real piety in them, and the sincerity of it was

felt in the lives of the people. I don't want a religion that I put away with my Sunday clothes, and don't take

out till the day comes round again; I want something to see and feel and live by daybyday, and I hope you

'll be one of the true ministers, who can teach by precept and example, how to get and keep it."

"I hope I shall be, Polly, but you know they say that in families, if there is a boy who can't do anything else,

they make a minister of him. I sometimes think I ain't good for much, and that seems to me the reason why I

should n't even try to be a minister," said Will, smiling, yet looking as if with all his humility he did have

"Some one said that very thing to father once, and I remember he answered, 'I am glad to give my best and

"Did he say that?" and Will's color rose, for the big, bookloving fellow was as sensitive as a girl to the

"Yes," said Polly, unconsciously giving the strongest stimulus to her brother's hope and courage. "Yes, and he

added, 'I shall let my boys follow the guide that is in them, and only ask of them to use their gifts

"So we will! Ned is doing well out West, and I 'm hard at it here. If father does his best to give us the chance

"Whatever you do, you can't help working with a Will," cried Tom, who had been so interested, that he forgot

Polly flew up, looking so pleased and surprised, that Tom reproached himself for not having called oftener.

"I 've come for Maud," he announced, in a paternal tone, which made that young lady open her eyes.

"I can't go till my apple is done; besides, it is n't nine yet, and Will is going to take me along, when he goes. I

"I 'm going to take you both in the cutter. The storm is over, but it is heavy walking, so you 'll drive out with

"Of course he will; and thank you very much. I 've been trying to keep him all night; Miss Mills always

manages to find a corner for stray people, but he insists on going, so as to get to work early tomorrow," said

Polly, delighted to see that Tom was taking off his coat, as if he meant to wait for Maud's apple, which Polly

Putting her guest into the best chair, Polly sat down and beamed at him with such hospitable satisfaction, that

"You don't come very often, so we are rather overpowered when you do honor us," she said, demurely.

"Well, you, know we fellows are so busy, we have n't much time to enjoy ourselves," answered Tom.

Then they both burst out laughing, and Polly, fully understanding the joke, joined them, saying, "Here are

"Now I call that a delicate compliment!" And Tom, who had not lost his early relish for this sort of

refreshment, though he seldom indulged his passion nowadays, because peanuts are considered vulgar, fell to

"Do you remember the first visit I made at your house, how you gave me peanuts, coming from the depot,

and frightened me out of my wits, pretending the coachman was tipsy?" asked Polly.

"I remember how you stood by me while it was sewed up; that was very plucky, Polly."

"I was dreadfully afraid, but I remember I wanted to seem very brave, because you 'd called me a coward."

"Did I? Ought to have been ashamed of myself. I used to rough you shamefully, Polly, and you were so

"Could n't help myself," laughed Polly. "I did use to think you were an awful boy, but seems to me I rather

"She had so much of it at home, she got used to it," put in Will, pulling the little curl behind Polly's ear.

"You boys never teased me as Tom did, that 's the reason it amused me, I suppose; novelty hath charms, you

"Grandma used to lecture Tom for plaguing you, Polly, and he used to say he 'd be a tiptop boy, but he was

"Dear old grandma; she did her best, but I 'm a bad lot," said Tom, with a shake of the head and a sober face.

"It always seems as if she must be up in her rooms, and I can't get used to finding them empty," added Polly,

"Father would n't have anything moved, and Tom sits up there sometimes; it makes him feel good, he says,"

said Maud, who had a talent for betraying trifles which people preferred should not be mentioned in public.

"You 'd better hurry up your apple, for if it is n't done pretty soon, you 'll have to leave it, Pug," said Tom,

"Well, Fan is rather under the weather; says she 's dyspeptic, which means cross."

"She is cross, but she 's sick too, for I found her crying one day, and she said nobody cared about her, and she

"We must try to cheer her up, among us. If I was n't so busy I 'd like to devote myself to her, she has done so

"I wish you could. I can't understand her, for she acts like a weathercock, and I never know how I 'm going to

find her. I hate to have her mope so, but, upon my life, I don't know what to do," said Tom; but as he uttered

the words, something was suggested by the sight before him. Chairs were few, and Polly had taken half of

Will's when they drew round the fire. Now she was leaning against him, in a cosy, confiding way, delightful

to behold, while Will's strong arm went round her with a protecting air, which said, as plainly as any words,

that this big brother and small sister knew how to love and help one another. It was a pleasant little picture,

all the pleasanter for its unconsciousness, and Tom found it both suggestive and agreeable.

"Poor old Fan, she don't get much petting; maybe that 's what she wants. I 'll try it and see, for she stands by

me like a trump. If she was a rosy, cosy little woman, like Polly, it would come easier, though," thought Tom,

as he meditatively ate his last nut, feeling that fraternal affection could not be very difficult of demonstration,

"I told Tom about the bad fellow who blew up the professor, and he said he knew him, slightly; and I was so

relieved, because I had a kind of a feeling that it was Tom himself, you and Will laughed so about it."

Maud had a queer way of going on with her own thoughts, and suddenly coming out with whatever lay

uppermost, regardless of time, place, or company. As this remark fell from her, there was a general smile, and

Polly said, with mock solemnity, "It was a sad thing, and I 've no doubt that misguided young man is very

"He looked perfectly bowed down with remorse last time I saw him," said Will, regarding Tom with eyes full

of fun, for Will was a boy as well as a bookworm, and relished a joke as well as scatterbrained Tom.

"He always is remorseful after a scrape, I 've understood, for he is n't a very bad fellow, only his spirits are

one too many for him, and he is n't as fond of his book as another fellow I know."

"Should n't wonder if he was, he 's such an unlucky dog," answered Tom, rather soberly.

"I hope he 'll remember that his friends will be very much disappointed if he is. He might make them so

proud and happy; that I guess he will, for he is n't half as thoughtless as he makes himself out," said Polly,

looking across at Tom with such friendly eyes that he was quite touched, though of course he did n't show it.

"Thank you, Polly; he may pull through, but I have my doubts. Now old man, let us 'pud' along; it 's getting

late for the chicken," he added, relapsing into the graceful diction with which a classical education gifts its

Taking advantage of the moment while Will was wrestling with his boots in the closet, and Maud was

absorbed in packing her apple into a large basket, Polly said to Tom in a low tone, "Thank you very much, for

"Bless your heart, I have n't done anything; he 's such a proud fellow he won't let me," answered Tom.

"But you do in many little ways; tonight, for example. Do you think I don't know that the suit of clothes he

's just got would have cost a good deal more, if your tailor had n't made them? He 's only a boy, and don't

understand things yet; but I know your way of helping proud people; so that they don't find it out, and I do

"Oh, come, Polly, that won't do. What do you know about tailors and college matters?" said Tom, looking as

"I don't know much, and that 's the reason why I 'm grateful for your kindness to Will. I don't care what

stories they tell about you, I 'm sure, you won't lead him into trouble, but keep him straight, for my sake. You

The tears in Polly's eyes as she said that made Tom vow a tremendous vow within himself to stand by Will

through thick and thin, and "keep him straight for Polly's sake"; feeling all the time how illfitted he was for

"I 'll do my best," he said, heartily, as he pressed the hand Polly gave him, with a look which assured her that

he felt the appeal to his honor, and that henceforth the country lad was safe from all the temptations Tom

"There! now I shall give that to mamma to take her pills in; it 's just what she likes, and it pleases her to be

thought of," said Maud, surveying her gift with complacency, as she put on her things.

"You 're a good little soul, to remember poor mum, said Tom, with an approving nod.

"Well, she was so pleased with the grapes you brought her, I thought I 'd try something, and maybe she 'd say

'Thank you, darling,' to me too. Do you think she will?" whispered Maud, with the wistful look so often seen

"See if she don't;" and to Maud's great surprise Tom did n't laugh at her project.

"Good night, dear; take care of yourself, and keep your muffler round your mouth going over the bridge, or

you 'll be as hoarse as a crow tomorrow," said Polly, as she kissed her brother, who returned it without

looking as if he thought it "girl's nonsense" Then the three piled into the sleigh and drove off, leave Polly

Maud found the drive altogether too short, but was consoled by the promise of a longer one if the sleighing

lasted till next Saturday: and when Tom ran up to bid his mother goodby, and give her a hint about Maud's

gift, she stayed below to say, at the last minute, in unconscious imitation of Polly.

Tom laughed, and was about to pinch the much enduring little nose; but, as if the words reminded him of

something, he gave her a kiss instead, a piece of forbearance which almost took Maud's breath away with

It was rather a silent drive, for Will obediently kept his muffler up, and Tom fell into a brown study.

He was not much given to reflection, but occasionally indulged when something gave him a turn in that

direction, and at such times he was as sober and sincere as could be desired. Any one might have lectured

him for an hour without doing as much good as that little call and the chat that grew out of it, for, though

nothing very wise or witty was said, many things were suggested, and every one knows that persuasive

influences are better than any amount of moralizing. Neither Polly nor Will tried to do anything of the sort,

and that was the charm of it. Nobody likes to be talked to, but nobody can resist the eloquence of unconscious

preaching. With all his thoughtlessness, Tom was quick to see and feel these things, and was not spoilt

enough yet to laugh at them. The sight of Will and Polly's simple affection for one another reminded him of a

neglected duty so pleasantly, that he could not forget it. Talking of early days made him wish he could go

back and start again, doing better. Grandma's name recalled the tender memory that always did him good, and

the thought that Polly trusted her dearest brother to his care stirred up a manful desire to deserve the

confidence. Tortures would n't have drawn a word of all this from him, but it had its effect, for boys don't

leave their hearts and consciences behind them when they enter college, and little things of this sort do much

to keep both from being damaged by the four years' scrimmage which begins the battle of life for most of

DEAR POLLY, The Sewing Circle meets at our house this P. M. This is in your line, so do come and help

"Bad news, my dear?" asked Miss Mills, who had just handed the note to Polly as she came in one noon, a

Polly told her what it was, adding, "I suppose I ought to go and help Fanny, but I can't say I want to. The girls

talk about things I have nothing to do with, and I don't find their gossip very amusing. I 'm an outsider, and

they only accept me on Fan's account; so I sit in a corner and sew, while they chatter and laugh."

"Would n't it be a good chance to say a word for Jenny? She wants work, and these young ladies probably

have quantities done somewhere. Jenny does fine work exquisitely, and begins to feel anxious to be earning

something. I don't want her to feel dependent and unhappy, and a little wellpaid sewing would be all she

needs to do nicely. I can get it for her by running round to my friends, but I really have n't the time, till I get

the Mullers off. They are paupers here, but out West they can take care of themselves, so I 've begged the

money to send them, and as soon as I can get them some clothes, off they go. That 's the way to help people

help themselves," and Miss Mills clashed her big scissors energetically, as she cut out a little red flannel shirt.

"I know it is, and I want to help, but I don't know where to begin," said Polly, feeling quite oppressed with

"We can't any of us do all we would like, but we can do our best for every case that comes to us, and that

helps amazingly. Begin with Jenny, my dear; tell those girls about her, and if I 'm not much mistaken, you

will find them ready to help, for half the time it is n't hardness of heart, but ignorance or thoughtlessness on

"To tell the truth, I 'm afraid of being laughed at, if I try to talk seriously about such things to the girls," said

"You believe that 'such things' are true? You are sincere in your wish to help better them, and you respect

"Then, my dear, can't you bear a little ridicule for the sake of a good cause? You said yesterday that you were

going to make it a principle of your life, to help up your sex as far and as fast as you could. It did my heart

good to hear you say it, for I was sure that in time you would keep your word. But, Polly, a principle that

can't bear being laughed at, frowned on, and coldshouldered, is n't worthy of the name."

"I want to be strongminded in the real sense of the word, but I don't like to be called so by people who don't

understand my meaning; and I shall be if I try to make the girls think soberly about anything sensible or

philanthropic. They call me oldfashioned now, and I 'd rather be thought that, though it is n't pleasant, than

be set down as a rampant woman's rights reformer," said Polly, in whose memory many laughs, and snubs,

"This love and thought and care for those weaker, poorer, or worse than ourselves, which we call Christian

charity, is a very old fashion, my dear. It began eighteen hundred years ago, and only those who honestly

follow the beautiful example set us then, learn how to get genuine happiness out of life. I 'm not a 'rampant

woman's rights reformer,'" added Miss Mills, with a smile at Polly's sober face; "but I think that women can

do a great deal for each other, if they will only stop fearing what 'people will think,' and take a hearty interest

in whatever is going to fit their sisters and themselves to deserve and enjoy the rights God gave them. There

are so many ways in which this can be done, that I wonder they don't see and improve them. I don't ask you

to go and make speeches, only a few have the gift for that, but I do want every girl and woman to feel this

duty, and make any little sacrifice of time or feeling that may be asked of them, because there is so much to

"I 'll try!" said Polly, influenced more by her desire to keep Miss Mills' good opinion than any love of

selfsacrifice for her sex. It was rather a hard thing to ask of a shy, sensitive girl, and the kind old lady knew

it, for in spite of the gray hair and withered face, her heart was very young, and her own girlish trials not

forgotten. But she knew also that Polly had more influence over others than she herself suspected, simply

because of her candid, upright nature; and that while she tried to help others, she was serving herself in a way

that would improve heart and soul more than any mere social success she might gain by following the rules of

fashionable life, which drill the character out of girls till they are as much alike as pins in a paper, and have

about as much true sense and sentiment in their little heads. There was good stuff in Polly, unspoiled as yet,

and Miss Mills was only acting out her principle of women helping each other. The wise old lady saw that

Polly had reached that point where the girl suddenly blooms into a woman, asking something more

substantial than pleasure to satisfy the new aspirations that are born; a time as precious and important to the

afterlife, as the hour when the apple blossoms fall, and the young fruit waits for the elements to ripen or

Polly did not know this, and was fortunate in possessing a friend who knew what influences would serve her

best, and who could give her what all women should desire to give each other, the example of a sweet, good

life, more eloquent and powerful than any words; for this is a right no one can deny us.

Polly turned the matter over in her mind as she dressed, while Jenny played waiting maid, little dreaming

"Is it going to be a teaparty, Miss?" asked Jenny, as the black silk went rustling on, to her great admiration,

"Well, no, I think it will probably be a lecture," answered Polly, laughing, for Jenny's grateful service and

affectionate eyes confirmed the purpose which Miss Mills' little homily had suggested.

As she entered the Shaws' parlor an hour or two later, an appalling array of welldressed girls appeared, each

provided with a dainty reticule, basket, or bag, and each tongue going a good deal faster than the needle,

while the white fingers stitched sleeves in upside down, put flannel jackets together hind part before, or

"You are a dear to come so early. Here 's a nice place for you between Belle and Miss Perkins, and here 's a

sweet little dress to make, unless you like something else better," said Fanny, receiving her friend with

"Thank you, I 'll take an unbleached cotton shirt if you have such a thing, for it is likely to be needed before a

cambric frock," replied Polly, subsiding into her comer as quickly as possible, for at least six eyeglasses

Miss Perkins, a grave, coldlooking young lady, with an aristocratic nose, bowed politely, and then went on

with her work, which displayed two diamond rings to great advantage. Belle, being of the demonstrative sort,

smiled and nodded, drew up her chair, and began a whispered account of Trix's last quarrel with Tom. Polly

listened with interest while she sewed diligently, occasionally permitting her eyes to study the elegant

intricacies of Miss Perkins' dress, for that young lady sat like a statue, quirking her delicate fingers, and

In the midst of Belle's story, a more exciting bit of gossip caught her ear, and she plunged into the

conversation going on across the table, leaving Polly free to listen and admire the wit, wisdom, and charitable

spirit of the accomplished young ladies about her. There was a perfect Babel of tongues, but out of the

confusion Polly gathered scraps of fashionable intelligence which somewhat lessened her respect for the

dwellers in high places. One fair creature asserted that Joe Somebody took so much champagne at the last

German, that he had to be got away, and sent home with two servants. Another divulged the awful fact that

Carrie P.'s wedding presents were half of them hired for the occasion. A third circulated a whisper to the

effect that though Mrs. Buckminster wore a thousanddollar cloak, her boys were not allowed but one sheet

to their beds. And a fourth young gossip assured the company that a certain person never had offered himself

to a certain other person, though the report was industriously spread by interested parties. This latter remark

caused such a clamor that Fanny called the meeting to order in a most unparliamentary fashion.

"Girls! girls! you really must talk less and sew more, or our society will be disgraced. Do you know our

branch sent in less work than any of the others. last month, and Mrs. Fitz George said, she did n't see how

"We don't talk a bit more than the old ladies do. I just wish you could have heard them go on, last time. The

way they get so much done, is, they take work home, and make their seamstresses do it, and then they take

credit for vast industry," said Belle, who always spoke her mind with charming candor.

"That reminds me that mamma says they want as many things as we can make, for it 's a hard winter, and the

poor are suffering very much. Do any of you wish to take articles home, to do at odd times?" said Fan, who

"Mercy, no! It takes all my leisure time to mend my gloves and refresh my dresses," answered Belle.

"I think if we meet once a week, it is all that should be expected of us, with our other engagements. Poor

people always complain that the winter is a hard one, and never are satisfied," remarked Miss Perkins,

making her diamonds sparkle as she sewed buttons on the wrong side of a pink calico apron, which would

"Nobody can ask me to do any more, if they remember all I 've got to attend to before summer," said Trix,

with an important air. "I 've got three women hard at work, and want another, but everyone is so busy, and

ask such abominable prices, that I 'm in despair, and shall have to take hold myself, I 'm afraid."

"There 's a chance for Jane," thought Polly, but had n't courage "to speak out loud in meeting," just then, and

"Prices are high, but you forget how much more it costs to live now than it used to do. Mamma never allows

us to beat down workwomen, but wishes us to pay them well, and economize in some other way, if we must,"

said Emma Davenport, a quiet, brighteyed girl, who was called "odd " among the young ladies, because she

"Just hear that girl talk about economy! I beg your pardon, she 's some relation of yours, I believe!" said

"Very distant; but I 'm proud of it; for with her, economy does n't mean scrimping in one place to make a

show in another. If every one would follow the Davenports' example, workwomen would n't starve, or

servants be such a trouble. Emma is the plainest dressed girl in the room, next to me, yet any one can see she

"And you are another," answered Belle, who had always loved Polly, in her scatterbrained way.

"If they spent their wages properly, I should n't mind so much, but they think they must be as fine as

anybody, and dress so well that it is hard to tell mistress from maid. Why our cook got a bonnet just like mine

(the materials were cheaper, but the effect was the same), and had the impertinence to wear it before my face.

I forbid it, and she left, of course, which made papa so cross he would n't give me the camel's hair shawl he

"It 's perfectly shameful!" said Miss Perkins, as Trix paused out of breath. "Servants ought to be made to

dress like servants, as they do abroad; then we should have no more trouble," observed Miss Perkins, who

"Perky don't practise as she preaches," whispered Belle to Polly, as Miss P. became absorbed in the chat of

her other neighbors. "She pays her chamber girl with old finery; and the other day, when Betsey was out

parading in her missis's castoff purple plush suit, Mr. Curtis thought she was mademoiselle, and bowed to

her. He is as blind as a bat, but recognized the dress, and pulled off his hat to it in the most elegant style.

Perky adores him, and was mad enough to beat Betsey when she told the story and giggled over it. Betsey is

quite as stylish and ever so much prettier than Perky, and she knows it, which is an aggravation."

Polly could n't help laughing, but grew sober a minute after, as Trix said, pettishly, "Well, I 'm sick of hearing

about beggars; I believe half of them are humbugs, and if we let them alone they 'd go to work and take care

of themselves. There 's altogether too much fuss made about charity. I do wish we could be left in peace."

"There can't be too much charity!" burst out Polly, forgetting her shyness all at once.

"Oh, indeed! Well, I take the liberty to differ from you," returned Trix, putting up her glass, and bestowing

I regret to say that Polly never could talk with or be near Trix without feeling irritated and combative. She

tried to conquer this feeling, but she could n't, and when Trix put on airs, Polly felt an intense desire to box

her ears. That eyeglass was her especial aversion, for Trix was no more nearsighted than herself, but

pretended to be because it was the fashion, and at times used the innocent glass as a weapon with which to

put down any one who presumed to set themselves up. The supercilious glance which accompanied her

ironically polite speech roused Polly, who answered with sudden color and the kindling of the eyes that

always betrayed a perturbed spirit, "I don't think many of us would enjoy that selfish sort of peace, while little

children starve, and girls no older than us kill themselves because their dreadful poverty leaves them no

A sudden lull took place, for, though Polly, did not raise her voice, it was full of indignant emotion, and the

most frivolous girl there felt a little thrill of sympathy; for the most utterly fashionable life does not kill the

heart out of women, till years of selfish pleasure have passed over their heads. Trix was ashamed of herself;

but she felt the same antagonism toward Polly, that Polly did toward her; and, being less generous, took

satisfaction in plaguing her. Polly did not know that the secret of this was the fact that Tom often held her up

as a model for his fianc,e to follow, which caused that young lady to dislike her more than ever.

"Half the awful stories in the papers are made up for a sensation, and it 's absurd to believe them, unless one

likes to be harrowed up. I don't; and as for peace, I 'm not likely to get much, while I have Tom to look after,"

Polly's needle snapped in two, but she did not mind it, as she said, with a look that silenced even

sharptongued Trix, "I can't help believing what my own eyes and ears have seen and heard. You lead such

safe and happy lives, you can't imagine the misery that is all round you; but if you could get a glimpse of it, it

"Do you suffer from heartache? Some one hinted as much to me, but you looked so well, I could n't believe

Now that was cruel in Trix, more cruel than any one guessed; but girls' tongues can deal wounds as sharp and

sudden as the slender stiletto Spanish women wear in their hair, and Polly turned pale, as those words stabbed

"Nobody ever accused you of having any heart to ache with. Polly and I are not old enough yet to get tough

and cool, and we are still silly enough to pity unhappy people, Tom Shaw especially," added Belle, under her

That was a twoedged thrust, for Trix was decidedly an old girl, and Tom was generally regarded as a

hapless victim. Trix turned red; but before she could load and fire again, Emma Davenport, who labored

under the delusion that this sort of skirmishing was illnatured, and therefore illbred, spoke up in her

pleasant way, "Speaking of pitying the poor, I always wonder why it is that we all like to read and cry over

their troubles in books, but when we have the real thing before us, we think it is uninteresting and

"It 's the genius that gets into the books, which makes us like the poverty, I fancy. But I don't quite agree that

the real thing is n't interesting. I think it would be, if we knew how to look at and feel it," said Polly, very

quietly, as she pushed her chair out of the arctic circle of Miss Perkins, into the temperate one of friendly

"But how shall we learn that? I don't see what we girls can do, more than we do now. We have n't much

money for such things, should n't know how to use it if we had; and it is n't proper for us to go poking into

dirty places, to hunt up the needy. 'Going about doing good, in pony phaetons,' as somebody says, may

succeed in England, but it won't work here," said Fanny, who had begun, lately, to think a good deal of some

one beside herself, and so found her interest in her fellowbeings increasing daily.

"We can't do much, perhaps, just yet; but still there are things left undone that naturally fall to us. I know a

house," said Polly, sewing busily as she talked, "where every servant who enters it becomes an object of

interest to the mistress and her daughters. These women are taught good habits, books are put where they can

get them, sensible amusements are planned for them sometimes, and they soon feel that they are not

considered mere scrubs, to do as much work as possible, for as little money as possible, but helpers in the

family, who are loved and respected in proportion to their faithfulness. This lady feels her duty to them, owns

it, and does it, as conscientiously as she wants them to do theirs by her; and that is the way it ought to be, I

As Polly paused, several keen eyes discovered that Emma's cheeks were very red, and saw a smile lurking in

the corners of the mouth that tried to look demure, which told them who Polly meant.

"Do the Biddies all turn out saints in that well regulated family?" asked the irrepressible Trix.

"No; few of us do that, even in the parlor; but every one of the Biddies is better for being there, whether they

are grateful or not. I ought not to have mentioned this, perhaps, but I wanted to show you one thing that we

girls can do. We all complain about bad servants, most as much as if we were housekeepers ourselves; but it

never occurs to us to try and mend the matter, by getting up a better spirit between mistress and maid. Then

there 's another thing we can do," added Polly, warming up. "Most of us find money enough for our little

vanities and pleasures, but feel dreadfully poor when we come to pay for work, sewing especially. Could n't

"I declare I will!" cried Belle, whose conscience suddenly woke, and smote her for beating down the woman

who did her plain sewing, in order that she might have an extra flounce on a new dress. "Belle has got a

"Wait and see," retorted Belle, resolving that it should last, just to disappoint "that spiteful minx;" as she

"Now we shall behold Belle galloping away at a great pace, on her new hobby. I should n't be surprised to

hear of her preaching in the jail, adopting a nice dirty little orphan, or passing round tracts at a Woman's

Rights meeting," said Trix, who never could forgive Belle for having a lovely complexion, and so much hair

of her own that she never patronized either rats, mice, waterfalls, switches, or puffcombs.

"Well, I might do worse; and I think, of the two, I 'd rather amuse myself so, than as some young ladies do,

"Suppose we have a little recess, and rest while Polly plays to us. Will you, Polly? It will do us good; they all

"Then I will, with pleasure"; and Polly went to the piano with such obliging readiness, that several

Polly was never too sad, perturbed, or lazy to sing, for it was almost as easy to her as breathing, and seemed

the most natural outlet for her emotions. For a minute her hands wandered over the keys, as if uncertain what

to play; then, falling into a sad, sweet strain, she sang "The Bridge of Sighs." Polly did n't know why she

chose it, but the instinct seemed to have been a true one, for, old as the song was, it went straight to the hearts

of the hearers, and Polly sung it better than she ever had before, for now the memory of little Jane lent it a

tender pathos which no art could give. It did them all good, for music is a beautiful magician, and few can

resist its power. The girls were touched by the appeal; Polly was lifted out of herself, and when she turned

round, the softened look on all the faces told her that for the moment foolish differences and frivolous beliefs

were forgotten in the one womanly sentiment of pity for the wrongs and woes of which the listeners' happy

"That song always makes me cry, and feel as if I had no right to be so comfortable," said Belle, openly

"Fortunately such cases are very rare," said another young lady, who seldom read the newspapers.

"I wish they were, but I 'm afraid they are not; for only three weeks ago, I saw a girl younger than any of us,

and no worse, who tried to destroy herself simply because she was so discouraged, sick, and poor," said

Feeling that the song had paved the way for the story, and given her courage to tell it, Polly did tell it, and

must have done it well, for the girls stopped work to listen, and when she ended, other eyes beside

warmhearted Belle's were wet. Trix looked quite subdued; Miss Perkins thawed to such a degree, that

something glittered on her hand as she bent over the pink pinafore again, better and brighter than her biggest

diamond; Emma got up and went to Polly with a face full of affectionate respect, while Fanny, moved by a

sudden impulse, caught up a costly SSvres plate that stood on the etagSre, and laying a fivedollar bill in it,

passed it round, quoting Polly's words, "Girls, I know you 'll like to help poor little Jenny 'begin again, and do

It was good to see how quickly the pretty purses were out, how generously each gave of its abundance, and

what hearty applause broke from the girls, as Belle laid down her gold thimble, saying with an April face,

"There, take that; I never have any money, somehow it won't stay with me, but I can't let the plate pass me

When Fanny brought the contributions to Polly, she just gathered it up in her two hands with such a glad,

"I can't thank you enough," she said, with an eloquent little choke in her voice. "This will help Jenny very

much; but the way in which it was done will do her more good than double the money, because it will prove

to her that she is n't without friends, and make her feel that there is a place in the world for her. Let her work

for you in return for this; she don't ask alms, she only wants employment and a little kindness, and the best

"I 'll give her as much sewing as she wants, and she can stay at our house while she does it, if she needs a

"She does n't need a home, thank you; Miss Mills has given half of hers, and considers Jane her child,"

"Oh, yes; I 'm glad to make her known to any one. She is a quiet little old lady, but she does one heaps of

"Do tell us about it. I 'm sure I want to do my duty, but it 's such a muddle, I don't know how," said Belle.

Then, quite naturally, the conversation fell upon the great work that none should be too busy to think of, and

which few are too young or too poor to help on with their mite. The faces grew more earnest, the fingers flew

faster, as the quick young hearts and brains took in the new facts, ideas, and plans that grew out of the true

stories, the sensible hints, the successful efforts which Polly told them, fresh from the lips of Miss Mills; for,

of late, Polly had talked much with the good lady, and learned quickly the lessons her unselfish life conveyed.

The girls found this more interesting than gossip, partly owing to its novelty, doubtless; but the enthusiasm

was sincere while it lasted, and did them good. Many of them forgot all about it in a week, but Polly's effort

was not lost, for Emma, Belle, and Fanny remained firm friends to Jane, so kindly helping her that the poor

Not till long afterward did Polly see how much good this little effort had done her, for the first small sacrifice

of this sort leads the way to others, and a single hand's turn given heartily to the world's great work helps one

amazingly with one's own small tasks. Polly found this out as her life slowly grew easier and brighter, and the

beautiful law of compensation gave her better purposes and pleasures than any she had lost. The parents of

some of her pupils were persons of real refinement, and such are always quick to perceive the marks of

culture in others, no matter where they find them. These, attracted first by Polly's cheerful face, modest

manners, and faithful work, soon found in her something more than a good teacher; they found a real talent

for music, an eager desire for helpful opportunities, and a heart grateful for the kindly sympathy that makes

rough places smooth. Fortunately those who have the skill to detect these traits also possess the spirit to

appreciate and often the power to serve and develop them. In ways so delicate that the most sensitive pride

could not resent the favor, these true gentlefolk showed Polly their respect and regard, put many pleasures in

her way, and when they paid her for her work, gave her also the hearty thanks that takes away all sense of

degradation even from the humblest service, for money so earned and paid sweetens the daily bread it buys,

A few such patrons did much for Polly, and the music she gave them had an undertone of gratitude that left

Then, as her butterfly acquaintances deserted her, she found her way into a hive of friendly bees, who

welcomed her, and showed her how to find the honey that keeps life sweet and wholesome. Through Miss

Mills, who was the counsellor and comforter of several, Polly came to know a little sisterhood of busy,

happy, independent girls, who each had a purpose to execute, a talent to develop, an ambition to achieve, and

brought to the work patience and perseverance, hope and courage. Here Polly found her place at once, for in

this little world love and liberty prevailed; talent, energy, and character took the first rank; money, fashion,

and position were literally nowhere; for here, as in the big world outside, genius seemed to blossom best

when poverty was head gardener. Young teachers, doing much work for little pay; young artists, trying to

pencil, paint, or carve their way to Rome; young writers, burning to distinguish themselves; young singers,

dreaming of triumphs, great as those of Jenny Lind; and some who tried to conquer independence, armed

only with a needle, like poor Jane. All these helped Polly as unconsciously as she helped them, for purpose

and principle are the best teachers we can have, and the want of them makes half the women of America what

To outsiders that was a very hardworking and uneventful winter to Polly. She thought so herself; but as

spring came on, the seed of new virtues, planted in the winter time, and ripened by the sunshine of endeavor,

began to bud in Polly's nature, betraying their presence to others by the added strength and sweetness of her

character, long before she herself discovered these May flowers that had blossomed for her underneath the

"I 'M perfectly aching for some fun," said Polly to herself as she opened her window one morning and the

sunshine and frosty air set her blood dancing and her eyes sparkling with youth, health, and overflowing

spirits. "I really must break out somewhere and have a good time. It 's quite impossible to keep steady any

longer. Now what will I do?" Polly sprinkled crumbs to the doves, who came daily to be fed, and while she

watched the gleaming necks and rosy feet, she racked her brain to devise some unusually delightful way of

enjoying herself, for she really had bottled up her spirits so long, they were in a state of uncontrollable

"I 'll go to the opera," she suddenly announced to the doves. "It 's expensive, I know, but it 's remarkably

good, and music is such a treat to me. Yes, I 'll get two tickets as cheap as I can, send a note to Will, poor lad,

he needs fun as much as I do, and we 'll go and have a nice time in some corner, as Charles Lamb and his

With that Polly slammed down the window, to the dismay of her gentle little pensioners, and began to fly

about with great energy, singing and talking to herself as if it was impossible to keep quiet. She started early

to her first lesson that she might have time to buy the tickets, hoping, as she put a fivedollar bill into her

purse, that they would n't be very high, for she felt that she was not in a mood to resist temptation. But she

was spared any struggle, for when she reached the place, the ticket office was blocked up by eager purchasers

and the disappointed faces that turned away told Polly there was no hope for her.

"Well, I don't care, I 'll go somewhere, for I will have my fun," she said with great determination, for

disappointment only seemed to whet her appetite. But the playbills showed her nothing inviting and she was

forced to go away to her work with the money burning her pocket and all manner of wild schemes floating in

her head. At noon, instead of going home to dinner, she went and took an ice, trying to feet very gay and

festive all by herself. It was rather a failure, however, and after a tour of the picture shops she went to give

Maud a lesson, feeling that it was very hard to quench her longings, and subside into a prim little music

Fortunately she did not have to do violence to her feelings very long, for the first thing Fanny said to her was:

"Tom wants us to go to the opera tonight and " Fan got no further, for Polly uttered a cry of rapture and

"Go? Of course I will. I 've been dying to go all day, tried to get tickets this morning and could n't, been

fuming about it ever since, and now oh, how splendid!" And Polly could not restrain an ecstatic skip, for this

"Well, you come to tea, and we 'll dress together, and go all comfortable with Tom, who is in a heavenly

"I must run home and get my things," said Polly, resolving on the spot to buy the nicest pair of gloves the city

"You shall have my white cloak and any other little rigging you want. Tommy likes to have his ladies a credit

Polly instantly decided that she would n't borrow Becky's best bonnet, as she at first intended, but get a new

one, for in her present excited state, no extravagance seemed too prodigal in honor of this grand occasion. I

am afraid that Maud's lesson was not as thorough as it should have been, for Polly's head was such a chaos of

bonnets, gloves, operacloaks and fans, that Maud blundered through, murdering time and tune at her own

sweet will. The instant it was over Polly rushed away and bought not only the kids but a bonnet frame, a bit

of illusion, and a pink crape rose, which had tempted her for weeks in a certain shop window, then home and

"I 'm rushing madly into expense, I 'm afraid, but the fit is on me and I 'll eat bread and water for a week to

make up for it. I must look nice, for Tom seldom takes me and ought to be gratified when he does. I want to

do like other girls, just for once, and enjoy myself without thinking about right and wrong. Now a bit of pink

ribbon to tie it with, and I shall be done in time to do up my best collar," she said, turning her boxes

topsyturvy for the necessary ribbon in that delightful flurry which young ladies feel on such occasions.

It is my private opinion that the little shifts and struggles we poor girls have to undergo beforehand give a

peculiar relish to our fun when we get it. This fact will account for the rapturous mood in which Polly found

herself when, after making her bonnet, washing and ironing her best set, blacking her boots and mending her

fan, she at last, like Consuelo, "put on a little dress of black silk" and, with the smaller adornments pinned up

in a paper, started for the Shaws', finding it difficult to walk decorously when her heart was dancing in her

Maud happened to be playing a redowa up in the parlor, and Polly came prancing into the room so evidently

spoiling for a dance that Tom, who was there, found it impossible to resist catching her about the waist, and

"That was splendid! Oh, Tom, thank you so much for asking me tonight. I feel just like having a regular

good time," cried Polly, when she stopped, with her hat hanging round her neck and her hair looking as if she

"Glad of it. I felt so myself and thought we 'd have a jolly little party all in the family," said Tom, looking

Before they could start, however, the awful spectacle of a little dog trotting out of the room with a paper

parcel in his mouth, made Polly clasp her hands with the despairing cry: "My bonnet! Oh, my bonnet!"

Snip, evidently regarding it as a game got up for his special benefit, enjoyed the race immensely and

scampered all over the house, shaking the precious parcel like a rat while his master ran and whistled,

commanded and coaxed, in vain. Polly followed, consumed with anxiety, and Maud laughed till Mrs. Shaw

sent down to know who was in hysterics. A piteous yelp from the lower regions at last announced that the

thief was captured, and Tom appeared bearing Snip by the nape of the neck in one hand and Polly's cherished

"The little scamp was just going to worry it when I grabbed him. I 'm afraid he has eaten one of your gloves. I

can't find it, and this one is pretty well chewed up," said Tom, bereaving Snip of the torn kid, to which he still

"Serves me right," said Polly with a groan. "I 'd no business to get a new pair, but I wanted to be extra

"Only my best cuffs and collar. You 'll probably find them in the coalbin," said Polly, with the calmness of

"I saw some little white things on the diningroom floor as I raced through. Go get them, Maud, and we 'll

repair damages," said Tom, shutting the culprit into the boot closet, where he placidly rolled himself up and

"Neither is my bonnet, for which I 'm deeply grateful," said Polly, who had been examining it with a

"So am I, for it strikes me that is an uncommonly 'nobby' little affair," he said approvingly. Tom had a

"Not a bit. Sort of bridal, you know. Must be becoming. Put it on and let 's see."

"I would n't for the world, with my hair all tumbling down. Don't look at me till I 'm respectable, and don't

tell any one how I 've been acting. I think I must be a little crazy tonight," said Polly, gathering up her

"Lunacy is mighty becoming, Polly. Try it again," answered Tom, watching her as she went laughing away,

looking all the prettier for her dishevelment. "Dress that girl up, and she 'd be a raving, tearing beauty," added

Polly heard it and instantly resolved to be as "raving and as tearing" as her means would allow, "just for one

night," she said as she peeped over the banisters, glad to see that the dance and the race had taken the

I deeply regret being obliged to shock the eyes and ears of such of my readers as have a prejudice in favor of

pure English by expressions like the above, but, having rashly undertaken to write a little story about Young

America, for Young America, I feel bound to depict my honored patrons as faithfully as my limited powers

permit. Otherwise, I must expect the crushing criticism, "Well, I dare say it 's all very prim and proper, but it

is n't a bit like us," and never hope to arrive at the distinction of finding the covers of "An OldFashioned

The friends had a social "cup o' tea" upstairs, which Polly considered the height of luxury, and then each took

a mirror and proceeded to prink to her heart's content. The earnestness with which Polly made her toilet that

night was delightful to behold. Feeling in a daring mood, she released her pretty hair from the braids in which

she usually wore it and permitted the curls to display themselves in all their brown abundance, especially

several dangerous little ones about the temples and forehead. The putting on of the rescued collar and cuffs

was a task which absorbed her whole mind. So was the settling of a minute bit of courtplaster just to the left

of the dimple in her chin, an unusual piece of coquetry in which Polly would not have indulged, if an almost

invisible scratch had not given her an excuse for doing it. The white, downtrimmed cloak, with certain

imposing ornaments on the hood, was assumed with becoming gravity and draped with much advancing and

retreating before the glass, as its wearer practised the true Boston gait, elbows back, shoulders forward, a

bend and a slide, occasionally varied by a slight skip. But when that bonnet went on, Polly actually held her

breath till it was safely landed and the pink rose bloomed above the smooth waves of hair with what Fanny

called "a ravishing effect." At this successful stage of affairs Polly found it impossible to resist the loan of a

pair of gold bands for the wrists and Fanny's white fan with the little mirror in the middle.

"I can put them in my pocket if I feel too much dressed," said Polly as she snapped on the bracelets, but after

a wave or two of the fan she felt that it would be impossible to take them off till the evening was over, so

Fanny also lent her a pair of threebutton gloves, which completed her content, and when Tom greeted her

with an approving, "Here 's a sight for gods and men! Why, Polly, you 're gorgeous!" she felt that her "fun"

"Would n't Polly make a lovely bride?" said Maud, who was revolving about the two girls, trying to decide

whether she would have a blue or a white cloak when she grew up and went to operas.

"Faith, and she would! Allow me to congratulate you, Mrs. Sydney," added Tom, advancing with his

"If we are going to the opera tonight, perhaps we 'd better start, as the carriage has been waiting some time,"

"A tumble into the street, apparently," answered Polly as she slipped a little on the step, and Tom stopped in

the middle of his laugh to pilot her safely into the carriage, where Fanny was already seated.

"Here 's richness!" said Polly to herself as she rolled away, feeling as Cinderella probably did when the

pumpkincoach bore her to the first ball, only Polly had two princes to think about, and poor Cinderella, on

that occasion, had not even one. Fanny did n't seem inclined to talk much, and Tom would go on in such a

ridiculous manner that Polly told him she would n't listen and began to hum bits of the opera. But she heard

every word, nevertheless, and resolved to pay him for his impertinence as soon as possible by showing him

Their seats were in the balcony, and hardly were they settled, when, by one of those remarkable coincidences

which are continually occurring in our youth, Mr. Sydney and Fanny's old friend Frank Moore took their

"Oh, you villain! You did it on purpose," whispered Polly as she turned from greeting their neighbors and

She certainly did, for she was talking and laughing in the gayest manner with Frank while Sydney was

covertly surveying Polly as if he did n't quite understand how the gray grub got so suddenly transformed into

a white butterfly. It is a wellknown fact that dress plays a very important part in the lives of most women

and even the most sensible cannot help owning sometimes how much happiness they owe to a becoming

gown, gracefully arranged hair, or a bonnet which brings out the best points in their faces and puts them in a

good humor. A great man was once heard to say that what first attracted him to his wellbeloved wife was

seeing her in a white muslin dress with a blue shawl on the chair behind her. The dress caught his eye, and,

stopping to admire that, the wearer's intelligent conversation interested his mind, and in time, the woman's

sweetness won his heart. It is not the finest dress which does the most execution, I fancy, but that which best

interprets individual taste and character. Wise people understand this, and everybody is more influenced by it

than they know, perhaps. Polly was not very wise, but she felt that every one about her found something more

attractive than usual in her and modestly attributed Tom's devotion, Sydney's interest, and Frank's

undisguised admiration, to the new bonnet or, more likely, to that delightful combination of cashmere, silk,

and swan'sdown, which, like Charity's mantle, seemed to cover a multitude of sins in other people's eyes

Polly scoffed at this sort of thing sometimes, but tonight she accepted it without a murmur rather enjoyed it

in fact, let her bracelets shine before the eyes of all men, and felt that it was good to seem comely in their

sight. She forgot one thing, however: that her own happy spirits gave the crowning charm to a picture which

every one liked to see a blithe young girl enjoying herself with all her heart. The music and the light, costume

and company, excited Polly and made many things possible which at most times she would never have

thought of saying or doing. She did not mean to flirt, but somehow "it flirted itself" and she could n't help it,

for, once started, it was hard to stop, with Tom goading her on, and Sydney looking at her with that new

interest in his eyes. Polly's flirting was such a very mild imitation of the fashionable thing that Trix Co.

would not have recognized it, but it did very well for a beginner, and Polly understood that night wherein the

fascination of it lay, for she felt as if she had found a new gift all of a sudden, and was learning how to use it,

Tom did n't know what to make of her at first, though he thought the change uncommonly becoming and

finally decided that Polly had taken his advice and was "setting her cap for Syd," as he gracefully expressed

it. Sydney, being a modest man, thought nothing of the kind, but simply fancied that little Polly was growing

up to be a very charming woman. He had known her since her first visit and had always liked the child; this

winter he had been interested in the success of her plans and had done what he could to help them, but he

never thought of failing in love with Polly till that night. Then he began to feel that he had not fully

appreciated his young friend; that she was such a bright and lovable girl, it was a pity she should not always

be gay and pretty, and enjoy herself; that she would make a capital wife for somebody, and perhaps it was

about time to think of "settling," as his sister often said. These thoughts came and went as he watched the

white figure in front, felt the enchantment of the music, and found everybody unusually blithe and beautiful.

He had heard the opera many times, but it had never seemed so fine before, perhaps because he had never

happened to have had an ingenuous young face so near him in which the varying emotions born of the music,

and the romance it portrayed, came and went so eloquently that it was impossible to help reading them. Polly

did not know that this was why he leaned down so often to speak to her, with an expression which she did not

"Don't shut your eyes, Polly. They are so full of mischief tonight, I like to see them," said Tom, after idly

"I don't wish to look affected, but the music tells the story so much better than the acting that I don't care to

look on half the time," answered Polly, hoping Tom would n't see the tears she had so cleverly suppressed.

"Now I like the acting best. The music is all very fine, I know, but it does seem so absurd for people to go

round telling tremendous secrets at the top of their voices. I can't get used to it."

"That 's because you 've more commonsense than romance. I don't mind the absurdity, and quite long to go

and comfort that poor girl with the broken heart," said Polly with a sigh as the curtain fell on a most affecting

"What'shisname is a great jack not to see that she adores him. In real life we fellows ain't such bats as all

that," observed Tom, who had decided opinions on many subjects that he knew very little about, and

A curious smile passed over Polly's face and she put up her glass to hide her eyes, as she said: "I think you

are bats sometimes, but women are taught to wear masks, and that accounts for it, I suppose."

"I don't agree. There 's precious little masking nowadays; wish there was a little more sometimes," added

Tom, thinking of several blooming damsels whose beseeching eyes had begged him not to leave them to

"What can you know about broken hearts and blighted beings?" asked Sydney, smiling at the girl's pensive

Polly glanced up at him and her face dimpled and shone again, as she answered, laughing: "Not much; my

"I can't imagine you walking about the world with your back hair down, bewailing a hardhearted lover,"

"No; Miss Polly would let concealment prey on her damask cheeks and still smile on in the novel fashion, or

turn sister of charity and nurse the heartless lover through smallpox, or some other contagious disease, and

Polly gave Sydney an indignant look as he said that in a slow satirical way that nettled her very much, for she

"That 's not my way either," she said decidedly. "I 'd try to outlive it, and if I could n't, I 'd try to be the better

"Nor an old maid, if she 's pretty and good. Remember that, and don't visit the sins of one blockhead on all

"I don't think there is the slightest possibility of Miss Polly's being either," added Sydney with a look which

made it evident that concealment had not seriously damaged Polly's damask cheek as yet.

"There 's Clara Bird. I have n't seen her but once since she was married. How pretty she looks!" and Polly

retired behind the big glass again, thinking the chat was becoming rather personal.

"Now, there 's a girl who tried a different cure for unrequited affection from any you mention. People say she

was fond of Belle's brother. He did n't reciprocate but went off to India to spoil his constitution, so Clara

married a man twenty years older than she is and consoles herself by being the bestdressed woman in the

"I see what you mean. A good many women have it nowadays," said Sydney over Polly's shoulder.

"You 've been reading French novels, I know you have. That 's just the way the heroines go on," cried Tom.

"I have n't read one, but it 's evident you have, young man, and you 'd better stop."

"I don't care for 'em; only do it to keep up my French. But how came you to be so wise, ma'am?"

"Observation, sir. I like to watch faces, and I seldom see a grownup one that looks perfectly happy."

"True for you, Polly; no more you do, now I think of it. I don't know but one that always looks so, and there it

Polly did look, but all she saw was her own face in the little mirror of the fan which Tom held up and peeped

Both young men thought it was girlish vanity and smiled at its naive display, but Polly was looking for

"My bonnet is straight, and that 's all I care about. Did you ever see a picture of Beau Brummel?" asked Polly

"Any more portraits in your gallery?" asked Sydney, as if he liked to share all the nonsense going.

"The portrait of a gentleman." And the little glass reflected a gratified face for the space of two seconds.

"Thank you. I 'm glad I don't disgrace my name," said Sydney, looking down into the merry blue eyes that

thanked him silently for many of the small kindnesses that women never can forget.

"Very good, Polly, you are getting on fast," whispered Tom, patting his yellow kids approvingly.

"Be quiet! Dear me, how warm it is!" And Polly gave him a frown that delighted his soul.

"Fan is so absorbed, I could n't think of disturbing her," said Polly, fancying that her friend was enjoying the

evening as much as she was a great mistake, by the way, for Fan was acting for effect, and though she longed

to turn and join them, would n't do it, unless a certain person showed signs of missing her. He did n't, and

Fanny chatted on, raging inwardly over her disappointment, and wondering how Polly could be so gay and

It was delicious to see the little airs Polly put on, for she felt as if she were somebody else, and acting a part.

She leaned back, as if quite oppressed by the heat, permitted Sydney to fan her, and paid him for the service

by giving him a flower from her bouquet, proceedings which amused Tom immensely, even while it piqued

"Go in and win, Polly; I 'll give you my blessing," he whispered, as the curtain rose again.

"It 's only part of the fun, so don't you laugh, you disrespectful boy," she whispered back in a tone never used

Tom did n't quite like the different way in which she treated them, and the word "boy" disturbed his dignity,

for he was almost twentyone and Polly ought to treat him with more respect. Sydney at the same moment

was wishing he was in Tom's place young, comely, and such a familiar friend that Polly would scold and

lecture him in the delightful way she did Tom; while Polly forgot them both when the music began and left

While they waited to get out when all was over Polly heard Fan whisper to Tom: "What do you think Trix

"You 'll get to enjoying yourself too much if you are n't careful. Polly 's waked up."

"Don't trouble yourself about me; I get lecturing enough in another quarter and can't stand any more. Come,

She took the arm he offered her, but her heart was sore and angry, for that phrase, "It 's only Polly," hurt her

sadly. "As if I was n't anybody, had n't any feelings, and was only made to amuse or work for people! Fan

and Tom are both mistaken and I 'll show them that Polly is awake," she thought, indignantly. "Why should

n't I enjoy myself as well as the rest? Besides, it 's only Tom," she added with a bitter smile as she thought of

"Ah, but you ain't nobody, you 're Polly, and you could n't better that if you tried ever so hard." said Tom,

"I 'm glad you think so, anyway. It 's so pleasant to be liked." And she looked up with her face quite bright

Polly did not answer, and Tom asked, with more anxiety than the occasion required: "Do I, Polly?"

"Not in the same way, Tom," she answered in a tone that did n't sound quite natural.

"Yes, you will, you can't help it." And Polly's eye glanced at Sydney, who was in front with Fan.

Tom laughed, and drew Polly closer as the crowd pressed, saying, with mock tenderness: "Did n't she like to

be chaffed about her sweethearts? Well, she shan't be if I can help it. Poor dear, did she get her little bonnet

Polly could n't help laughing, and, in spite of the crush, enjoyed the slow journey from seat to carriage, for

They had a merry little supper after they got home, and Polly gave them a burlesque opera that convulsed her

hearers, for her spirits rose again and she was determined to get the last drop of fun before she went back to

"I 've had a regularly splendid time, and thank you ever so much," she said when the "goodnights" were

"So have I. Let 's go and do it again tomorrow," said Tom, holding the hand from which he had helped to

"Not for a long while, please. Too much pleasure would soon spoil me," answered Polly, shaking her head.

"I don't believe it. Goodnight, 'sweet Mistress Milton,' as Syd called you. Sleep like an angel, and don't

dream of I forgot, no teasing allowed." And Tom took himself off with a theatrical farewell.

"Now it 's all over and done with," thought Polly as she fell asleep after a long vigil. But it was not, and

Polly's fun cost more than the price of gloves and bonnet, for, having nibbled at forbidden fruit, she had to

pay the penalty. She only meant to have a good time, and there was no harm in that, but unfortunately she

yielded to the various small temptations that beset pretty young girls and did more mischief to others than to

herself. Fanny's friendship grew cooler after that night. Tom kept wishing Trix was half as satisfactory as

"Don't you remember you said Polly would be tired of her teaching and give it up in three months, and I said

"Not a bit of it. I thought she was at one time, and expected every day to have her come in with a long face,

and say she could n't stand it. But somehow, lately, she is always bright and happy, seems to like her work,

and don't have the tired, worried look she used to at first. The three months are out, so pay up, Tommy."

"You may make it gloves. I always need them, and papa looks sober when I want money."

There was a minute's pause as Fan returned to her practising, and Tom relapsed into the reverie he was

"Seems to me Polly don't come here as often as she used to," he said, presently.

"No, she seems to be very busy; got some new friends, I believe, old ladies, sewinggirls, and things of that

sort. I miss her, but know she 'll get tired of being goody, and will come back to me before long."

"Don't be too sure of that, ma'am." Something in Tom's tone made Fan turn round, and ask, "What do you

"Well, it strikes me that Sydney is one of Polly's new friends. Have n't you observed that she is uncommonly

"What put it into your head?" demanded Fanny, twirling round again so that her face was hidden.

"Oh, well, I keep meeting Syd and Polly circulating in the same directions; she looks as if she had found

something uncommonly nice, and he looks as if all creation was getting Pollyfied pretty rapidly. Wonder you

It was Tom's turn to look surprised now, for Fanny's voice sounded strange to him. He looked at her steadily

for a minute, but saw only a rosy ear and a bent head. A cloud passed over his face, and he leaned his chin on

his arm again with a despondent whistle, as he said to himself, "Poor Fan! Both of us in a scrape at once."

"Don't you think it would be a good thing?" asked Fanny, after playing a bar or two, very badly.

"Not for Polly? Why, he 's rich, and clever, and better than most of you goodfornothing fellows. What can

"Don't be a dog in the manger, Tom." "Bless your little heart, I only take a brotherly sort of interest in Polly.

She 's a capital girl, and she ought to marry a missionary, or one of your reformer fellows, and be a shining

"I think it would, and I hope she 'll have the chance," said Fanny, evidently making an effort to speak kindly.

"Good for you, Fan!" and Tom gave an emphatic nod, as if her words meant more than she suspected "Mind

you," he added, "I don't know anything, and only fancied there might be some little flirtation going on. But I

"Time will show." Then Fan began to sing, and Tom's horse came, so he departed with the very unusual

demonstration of a gentle pat on the head, as he said kindly, "That 's right, my dear, keep jolly." It was n't an

elegant way of expressing sympathy, but it was hearty, and Fan thanked him for it, though she only said,

When he was gone, Fan's song ended as suddenly as it began, and she sat thinking, with varying expressions

"Well, I can't do anything but wait!" she said, at last, slamming the musicbook together with a desperate

look. "Yes, I can," she added, a minute after, "it 's Polly's holiday. I can go and see her, and if there is

Fanny dropped her face into her hands, with a little shiver, as she said that; then got up, looking as pale and

resolute as if going to meet some dreadful doom, and putting on her things, went away to Polly's as fast as her

Saturday morning was Polly's clearingup day, and Fan found her with a handkerchief tied over her head,

and a big apron on, just putting the last touches to the tidy little room, which was as fresh and bright as water,

"All ready for company. I 'll just whisk off my regimentals, and Polly, the maid, becomes Polly, the missis. It

was lovely of you to come early; take off your things. Another new bonnet? you extravagant wretch! How is

By the time Polly's welcome was uttered, she had got Fan on the little sofa beside her, and was smiling at her

"I came to see what you have been doing with yourself lately. You don't come and report, and I got anxious

"I 've been so busy; and I knew you would n't care to hear about my doings, for they are n't the sort you like,"

"Your lessons did n't use to take up all your time. It 's my private opinion that you are taking as well as giving

lessons, miss," said Fan, putting on a playfully stern air, to hide her real anxiety.

A quick color came to Polly's cheeks, as she laughed, and said, looking away, "No; friendship and good

"Such pleasant girls! I wish you knew them, Fan. So clever, and energetic, and kind, and happy, it always

"Is that all?" And Fan gave her a curious look of mingled disappointment and relief.

"There, I told you my doings would not interest you, and they don't; they sound flat and prosy after your

brilliant adventures. Let 's change the subject," said Polly, looking relieved herself.

"Dear me, which of our sweethearts sends us dainty bouquets of violets so early in the morning?" asked

Fanny, suddenly spying the purple cluster in a graceful little vase on the piano.

"He sends me one every week; he knows I love them so," and Polly's eyes turned that way full of pride and

"I 'd no idea he was so devoted," said Fanny, stooping to smell the flowers, and at the same time read a card

"You need n't plague me about it, now you know it. I never speak of our fondness for one another, because

such things seem silly to other people. Will is n't all that Jimmy was to me; but he tries to be, and I love him

"Will?" Fanny's voice quite startled Polly, it was so sharp and sudden, and her face grew red and pale all in a

"Yes, of course; who did you think I meant?" asked Polly, sopping up the water before it damaged her piano.

"Never mind; I thought you might be having a quiet little flirtation with somebody. I feel responsible, you

know, because I told your mother I 'd look after you. The flowers are all right. My head aches so, I hardly

Fanny spoke fast, and laughed uncomfortably, as she went back to the sofa, wondering if Polly had told her a

lie. Polly seemed to guess at her thoughts as she saw the card, and turning toward her, she held it up, saying,

with a conscious look in her eyes, "You thought Mr. Sydney sent them? Well, you are mistaken, and the next

time you want to know anything, please ask straight out. I like it better than talking at cross purposes."

"Now, my dear, don't be angry; I was only teasing you in fun. Tom took it into his foolish head that

"He met you two in the street pretty often, and being in a sentimental mood himself, got up a romance for you

Fan's next proceeding gave her friend another surprise, for, being rather ashamed of herself, very much

relieved, and quite at a loss what to say, she took refuge in an hysterical fit of tears, which changed Polly's

"Is that the trouble she has been hiding all winter? Poor dear, I wish I 'd known it sooner," thought Polly, as

she tried to soothe her with comfortable pats, sniffs of cologne and sympathizing remarks upon the subject of

"There, I feel better. I 've been needing a good cry for some time, and now I shall be all right. Never mind it,

Polly, I 'm nervous and tired; I 've danced too much lately, and dyspepsia makes me blue;" and Fanny wiped

"Of course it does; you need rest and petting, and here I 've been scolding you, when I ought to have been

extra kind. Now tell me what I can do for you," said Polly, with a remorseful face.

"Talk to me, and tell me all about yourself. You don't seem to have as many worries as other people. What's

the secret, Polly?" And Fan looked up with wet eyes, and a wistful face at Polly, who was putting little dabs

"Well," said Polly, slowly, "I just try to look on the bright side of things; that helps one amazingly. Why, you

've no idea how much goodness and sunshine you can get out of the most unpromising things, if you make

"You can learn; I did. I used to croak and fret dreadfully, and get so unhappy, I was n't fit for anything. I do it

still more than I ought, but I try not to, and it gets easier, I find. Get atop of your troubles, and then they are

"Quantities of things," began Fan, and then stopped, for somehow she felt ashamed to own that she was

afflicted because she could n't have a new set of furs, go to Paris in the spring, and make Mr. Sydney love

her. She hunted up something more presentable, and said in a despairing tone, "Well, mother is very poorly,

Tom and Trix quarrel all the time, Maud gets more and more wilful every day, and papa is worried about his

"A sad state of things, but nothing very desperate. Can't you lend a hand anywhere? That might do good all

"No; I have n't the talent for managing people, but I see what ought to be done."

"Well, don't wail about it; keep yourself happy, if you can; it will help other people to see you cheerful."

"Just what Tom said,'Keep jolly'; but, dear me, how can one, when everything is so stupid and tiresome?"

"If ever a girl needed work, it 's you!" cried Polly. "You began to be a young lady so early, that you are tired

of everything at twentytwo. I wish you 'd go at something, then you 'd find how much talent and energy you

"I know ever so many girls who are just like me, sick to death of fashionable life but don't know what to take

in its place. I 'd like to travel; but papa says he can't afford it, so I can only drag about and get on as I may."

"I pity you rich girls so much, you have so many opportunities, and don't seem to know how to use them! I

suppose I should do just the same in your place, but it seems now as if I could be very happy and useful with

"You are that without it. There, I won't croak any more. Let us go and take a good walk, and don't you tell

"I ought to go and make calls," said Fanny, "but I don't feel now as if I ever wanted to see any of the girls

"Suppose you come and see some of my friends instead! They are not fine or ceremonious, but lively, odd,

"I will," cried Fanny, whose spirits seemed improved by the shower. "Nice little old lady, is n't she?" added

Fan, as she caught sight of Miss Mills, on their way out, sitting at a table piled with work, and sewing away

"Saint Mehitable, I call her. Now, there is a rich woman who knew how to get happiness out of her money,"

said Polly, as they walked away. "She was poor till she was nearly fifty; then a comfortable fortune was left

her, and she knew just how to use it. That house was given her, but instead of living in it all alone, she filled

it with poor gentlefolks who needed neat, respectable homes, but could n't get anything comfortable for their

little money. I 'm one of them, and I know the worth of what she does for me. Two old widow ladies live

below me, several students overhead, poor Mrs. Kean and her lame boy have the back parlor, and Jenny the

little bedroom next Miss Mills. Each pays what they can; that 's independent, and makes us feel better but that

dear woman does a thousand things that money can't pay for, and we feel her influence all through the house.

I 'd rather be married, and have a home of my own; but next to that, I should like to be an old maid like Miss

Polly's sober face and emphatic tone made Fanny laugh, and at the cheery sound a young girl pushing a

Yes, that 's little Jane," returned Polly, adding, when she had passed, with a nod and a friendly "Don't get

tired, Jenny," "we help one another at our house, and every fine morning Jenny takes Johnny Kean out when

she goes for her own walk. That gives his mother time to rest, does both the children good, and keeps things

neighborly. Miss Mills suggested it, and Jenny is so glad to do anything for anybody, it 's a pleasure to let

"I 've heard of Miss Mills before. But I should think she would get tired to death, sitting there making hoods

and petticoats day after day," said Fanny, after thinking over Jenny's story for a few minutes, for seeing the

"But she don't sit there all the time. People come to her with their troubles, and she goes to them with all sorts

of help, from soap and soup, to shrouds for the dead and comfort for the living. I go with her sometimes, and

it is more exciting than any play, to see and hear the lives and stories of the poor."

"How can you bear the dreadful sights and sounds, the bad air, and the poverty that can't be cured?"

"But it is n't all dreadful. There are good and lovely things among them, if one only has eyes to see them. It

makes me grateful and contented, shows me how rich I am, and keeps me ready to do all I can for these poor

"My good Polly!" and Fanny gave her friends arm an affectionate squeeze, wondering if it was this alone that

"You have seen two of my new friends, Miss Mills and Jenny, now I 'll show you two more," said Polly,

presently, as they reached a door, and she led the way up several flights of public stairs. "Rebecca Jeffrey is a

regularly splendid girl, full of talent; she won't let us call it genius; she will be famous some day, I know, she

is so modest, and yet so intent on her work. Lizzie Small is an engraver, and designs the most delightful little

pictures. Becky and she live together, and take care of one another in true Damon and Pythias style. This

studio is their home, they work, eat, sleep, and live here, going halves in everything. They are all alone in the

world, but as happy and independent as birds; real friends, whom nothing will part."

"Let a lover come between them, and their friendship won't last long," said Fanny.

"I think it will. Take a look at them, and you 'll change your mind," answered Polly, tapping at a door, on

"Come in!" said a voice, and obeying, Fanny found herself in a large, queerly furnished room, lighted from

above, and occupied by two girls. One stood before a great clay figure, in a corner. This one was tall, with a

strong face, keen eyes, short, curly hair, and a fine head. Fanny was struck at once by this face and figure,

though the one was not handsome, and the other half hidden by a great pinafore covered with clay. At a table

where the light was clearest, sat a fraillooking girl, with a thin face, big eyes, and pale hair, a dreamy,

"Becky and Bess, how do you do? This is my friend, Fanny Shaw. We are out on a rampage; so go on with

As Polly spoke, both girls looked up and nodded, smilingly; Bess gave Fan the one easychair; Becky took

an artistic survey of the newcomer, with eyes that seemed to see everything; then each went on with her

"You are just what I want, Polly. Pull up your sleeve, and give me an arm while you sit; the muscles here are

n't right, and you 've got just what I want," said Becky, slapping the round arm of the statue, at which Fan

"How do you get on?" asked Polly, throwing off her cloak, and rolling up her sleeves, as if going to washing.

"Slowly. The idea is working itself clear, and I follow as fast as my hands can. Is the face better, do you

"What does it mean to you?" asked Rebecca, turning to her with a sudden shine in her keen eyes.

"I don't know whether it is meant for a saint or a muse, a goddess or a fate; but to me it is only a beautiful

woman, bigger, lovelier, and more imposing than any woman I ever saw," answered Fanny, slowly, trying to

Rebecca smiled brightly, and Bess looked round to nod approvingly, but Polly clapped her hands, and said,

"Well done, Fan! I did n't think you 'd get the idea so well, but you have, and I 'm proud of your insight. Now

I 'll tell you, for Becky will let me, since you have paid her the compliment of understanding her work. Some

time ago we got into a famous talk about what women should be, and Becky said she 'd show us her idea of

the coming woman. There she is, as you say, bigger, lovelier, and more imposing than any we see nowadays;

and at the same time, she is a true woman. See what a fine forehead, yet the mouth is both firm and tender, as

if it could say strong, wise things, as well as teach children and kiss babies. We could n't decide what to put

"No, we have had enough of that; women have been called queens a long time, but the kingdom given them is

"Put a man's hand in hers to help her along, then," said Polly, whose happy fortune it had been to find friends

"She 's to be strongminded, is she?" and Fanny's lip curled a little as she uttered the misused words.

"Yes, strongminded, stronghearted, strongsouled, and strongbodied; that is why I made her larger than

the miserable, pinchedup woman of our day. Strength and beauty must go together. Don't you think these

broad shoulders can bear burdens without breaking down, these hands work well, these eyes see clearly, and

Fanny was silent; but a voice from Bess's corner said, "Put a child in her arms, Becky."

"Give her a ballotbox," cried a new voice, and turning round, they saw an oddlooking woman perched on a

"Thank you for the suggestion, Kate. I 'll put that with the other symbols at her feet; for I 'm going to have

needle, pen, palette, and broom somewhere, to suggest the various talents she owns, and the ballotbox will

show that she has earned the right to use them. How goes it?" and Rebecca offered a claydaubed hand,

"Great news, girls! Anna is going to Italy!" cried Kate, tossing up her bonnet like a schoolboy.

"Oh, how splendid! Who takes her? Has she had a fortune left her? Tell all about it," exclaimed the girls,

"Yes, it is splendid; just one of the beautiful things that does everybody heaps of good, it is so generous and

so deserved. You know Anna has been longing to go; working and hoping for a chance, and never getting it,

till all of a sudden Miss Burton is inspired to invite the girl to go with her for several years to Italy. Think of

the luck of that dear soul, the advantages she 'll have, the good it will do her, and, best of all, the lovely way

in which it comes to her. Miss Burton wants, her as a friend, asks nothing of her but her company, and Anna

It was good to see how heartily these girls sympathized in their comrade's good fortune. Polly danced all over

the room, Bess and Becky hugged one another, and Kate laughed with her eyes full, while even Fanny felt a

"Why, it Is Kate King, the authoress. Bless me, how rude not to introduce you! Here, my King, is an admirer

of yours, Fanny Shaw, and my well beloved friend," cried Polly, presenting Fan, who regarded the shabby

young woman with as much respect, as if she had been arrayed in velvet and ermine; for Kate had written a

"It 's time for lunch, girls, and I brought mine along with me, it 's so much jollier to eat in sisterhood. Let 's

club together, and have a revel," said Kate, producing a bag of oranges, and several big, plummy buns.

"We 've got sardines, crackers, and cheese," said Bess, clearing off a table with all speed.

"Wait a bit, and I 'll add my share," cried Polly, and catching up her cloak, she ran off to the grocery store

"You 'll be shocked at our performances, Miss Shaw, but you can call it a picnic, and never tell what dreadful

things you saw us do," said Rebecca, polishing a paint knife by rubbing it up and down in a pot of ivy, while

"Let us have coffee to finish off with; put on the pot, Bess, and skim the milk," added Becky, as she produced

"Here 's nuts, a pot of jam, and some cake. Fan likes sweet things, and we want to be elegant when we have

"Now, then, fall to, ladies, and help yourselves. Never mind if the china don't hold out; take the sardines by

their little tails, and wipe your fingers on my brownpaper napkins," said Kate, setting the example with such

Fanny had been to many elegant lunches, but never enjoyed one more than that droll picnic in the studio; for

there was a freedom about it that was charming, an artistic flavor to everything, and such a spirit of

goodwill and gayety, that she felt at home at once. As they ate, the others talked and she listened, finding it

as interesting as any romance to hear these young women discuss their plans, ambitions, successes, and

defeats. It was a new world to her, and they seemed a different race of creatures from the girls whose lives

were spent in dress, gossip, pleasure, or ennui. They were girls still, full of spirits fun, and youth; but below

the lightheartedness each cherished a purpose, which seemed to ennoble her womanhood, to give her a

certain power, a sustaining satisfaction, a daily stimulus, that led her on to daily effort, and in time to some

success in circumstance or character, which was worth all the patience, hope, and labor of her life.

Fanny was just then in the mood to feel the beauty of this, for the sincerest emotion she had ever known was

beginning to make her dissatisfied with herself, and the aimless life she led. "Men must respect such girls as

these," she thought; "yes, and love them too, for in spite of their independence, they are womanly. I wish I

had a talent to live for, if it would do as much for me as it does for them. It is this sort of thing that is

improving Polly, that makes her society interesting to Sydney, and herself so dear to every one. Money can't

As these thoughts were passing through her mind, Fanny was hearing all sorts of topics discussed with

feminine enthusiasm and frankness. Art, morals, politics, society, books, religion, housekeeping, dress, and

economy, for the minds and tongues roved from subject to subject with youthful rapidity, and seemed to get

"How does the new book come on?" asked Polly, sucking her orange in public with a composure which

"Better than it deserves. My children, beware of popularity; it is a delusion and a snare; it puffeth up the heart

of man, and especially of woman; it blindeth the eyes to faults; it exalteth unduly the humble powers of the

victim; it is apt to be capricious, and just as one gets to liking the taste of this intoxicating draught, it

suddenly faileth, and one is left gasping, like a fish out of water," and Kate emphasized her speech by

"It won't hurt you much, I guess; you have worked and waited so long, a large dose will do you good," said

Rebecca, giving her a generous spoonful of jam, as if eager to add as much sweetness as possible to a life that

"When are you and Becky going to dissolve partnership?" asked Polly, eager for news of all.

"Never! George knows he can't have one without the other, and has not suggested such a thing as parting us.

There is always room in my house for Becky, and she lets me do as she would if she was in my place,"

"The lover won't separate this pair of friends, you see," whispered Polly to Fan. "Bess is to be married in the

"By the way, Polly, I 've got some tickets for you. People are always sending me such things, and as I don't

care for them, I 'm glad to make them over to you young and giddy infants. There are passes for the statuary

exhibition, Becky shall have those, here are the concert tickets for you, my musical girl; and that is for a

As Kate dealt out the colored cards to the grateful girls, Fanny took a good look at her, wondering if the time

would ever come when women could earn a little money and success, without paying such a heavy price for

them; for Kate looked sick, tired, and too early old. Then her eye went to the unfinished statue, and she said,

impulsively, "I hope you 'll put that in marble, and show us what we ought to be."

"I wish I could!" And an intense desire shone in Rebecca's face, as she saw her faulty work, and felt how fair

For a minute, the five young women sat silent looking up at the beautiful, strong figure before them, each

longing to see it done, and each unconscious that she was helping, by her individual effort and experience, to

bring the day when their noblest ideal of womanhood should be embodied in flesh and blood, not clay.

"So it is, but this is a little labor of love, and does n't spoil the day at all. The child has talent, loves music,

and needs help. I can't give her money, but I can teach her; so I do, and she is the most promising pupil I

"I must put you in a story, Polly. I want a heroine, and you will do," said Kate.

"Me! why, there never was such a humdrum, unromantic thing as I am," cried Polly, amazed.

"I 've booked you, nevertheless, so in you go; but you may add as much romance as you like, it 's time you

"I 'm ready for it when it comes, but it can't be forced, you know," and Polly blushed and smiled as if some

little spice of that delightful thing had stolen into her life, for all its prosaic seeming.

Fanny was amused to see that the girls did not kiss at parting, but shook hands in a quiet, friendly fashion,

"I like your friends very much, Polly. I was afraid I should find them mannish and rough, or sentimental and

conceited. But they are simple, sensible creatures, full of talent, and all sorts of fine things. I admire and

"Oh, Fan, I am so glad! I hoped you 'd like them, I knew they 'd do you good, and I 'll take you any time, for

you stood the test better than I expected. Becky asked me to bring you again, and she seldom does that for

"I want to be ever so much better, and I think you and they might show me how," said Fanny, with a

"We 'll show you the sunny side of poverty and work, and that is a useful lesson for any one, Miss Mills

says," answered Polly, hoping that Fan would learn how much the poor can teach the rich, and what helpful

ON the evening of Fan's visit, Polly sat down before her fire with a resolute and thoughtful aspect. She pulled

her hair down, turned her skirt back, put her feet on the fender, and took Puttel into her lap, all of which

arrangements signified that something very important had got to be thought over and settled. Polly did not

soliloquize aloud, as heroines on the stage and in books have a way of doing, but the conversation she held

with herself was very much like this: "I 'm afraid there is something in it. I 've tried to think it 's nothing but

vanity or imagination, yet I can't help seeing a difference, and feeling as if I ought not to pretend that I don't. I

know it 's considered proper for girls to shut their eyes and let things come to a crisis no matter how much

mischief is done. But I don't think it 's doing as we 'd be done by, and it seems a great deal more honest to

show a man that you don't love him before he has entirely lost his heart. The girls laughed at me when I said

so, and they declared that it would be a very improper thing to do, but I 've observed that they don't hesitate to

snub 'ineligible parties,' as they call poor, very young, or unpopular men. It 's all right then, but when a nice

person comes it 's part of the fun to let him go on to the very end, whether the girls care for him or not. The

more proposals, the more credit. Fan says Trix always asks when she comes home after the summer

excursions, 'How many birds have you bagged?' as if men were partridges. What wicked creatures we are!

some of us at least. I wonder why such a love of conquest was put into us? Mother says a great deal of it is

owing to bad education nowadays, but some girls seem born for the express purpose of making trouble and

would manage to do it if they lived in a howling wilderness. I 'm afraid I 've got a spice of it, and if I had the

chance, should be as bad as any of them. I 've tried it and liked it, and maybe this is the consequence of that

Here Polly leaned back and looked up at the little mirror over the chimneypiece, which was hung so that it

reflected the faces of those about the fire. In it Polly saw a pair of telltale eyes looking out from a tangle of

bright brown hair, cheeks that flushed and dimpled suddenly as the fresh mouth smiled with an expression of

conscious power, half proud, half ashamed, and as pretty to see as the coquettish gesture with which she

smoothed back her curls and flourished a white hand. For a minute she regarded the pleasant picture while

visions of girlish romances and triumphs danced through her head, then she shook her hair all over her face

and pushed her chair out of range of the mirror, saying, with a droll mixture of selfreproach and

Puss appeared to endorse the sentiment by a loud purr and a graceful wave of her tail, and Polly returned to

"Just suppose it is true, that he does ask me, and I say yes! What a stir it would make, and what fun it would

be to see the faces of the girls when it came out! They all think a great deal of him because he is so hard to

please, and almost any of them would feel immensely flattered if he liked them, whether they chose to marry

him or not. Trix has tried for years to fascinate him, and he can't bear her, and I 'm so glad! What a spiteful

thing I am. Well, I can't help it, she does aggravate me so!" And Polly gave the cat such a tweak of the ear

"It don't do to think of her, and I won't!" said Polly to herself, setting her lips with a grim look that was not at

all becoming. "What an easy life I should have plenty of money, quantities of friends, all sorts of pleasures,

and no work, no poverty, no cold shoulders or patched boots. I could do so much for all at home how I should

enjoy that!" And Polly let her thoughts revel in the luxurious future her fancy painted. It was a very bright

picture, but something seemed amiss with it, for presently she sighed and shook her head, thinking

sorrowfully, "Ah, but I don't love him, and I 'm afraid I never can as I ought! He 's very good, and generous,

and wise, and would be kind, I know, but somehow I can't imagine spending my life with him; I 'm so afraid I

should get tired of him, and then what should I do? Polly Sydney don't sound well, and Mrs. Arthur Sydney

don't seem to fit me a bit. Wonder how it would seem to call him 'Arthur'?" And Polly said it under her

breath, with a look over her shoulder to be sure no one heard it. "It 's a pretty name, but rather too fine, and I

should n't dare to say 'Syd,' as his sister does. I like short, plain, homelike names, such as Will, Ned, or

Tom. No, no, I can never care for him, and it 's no use to try!" The exclamation broke from Polly as if a

sudden trouble had seized her, and laying her head down on her knees, she sat motionless for many minutes.

When she looked up, her face wore an expression which no one had ever seen on it before; a look of mingled

pain and patience, as if some loss had come to her, and left the bitterness of regret behind.

"I won't think of myself, or try to mend one mistake by making another," she said with a heavy sigh. "I 'll do

what I can for Fan, and not stand between her and a chance of happiness. Let me see, how can I begin? I

won't walk with him any more; I 'll dodge and go roundabout ways, so that we can't meet. I never had much

faith in the remarkable coincidence of his always happening home to dinner just as I go to give the Roths

their lesson. The fact is, I like to meet him, I am glad to be seen with him, and put on airs, I dare say, like a

vain goose as I am. Well, I won't do it any more, and that will spare Fan one affliction. Poor dear, how I must

have worried her all this time, and never guessed it. She has n't been quite as kind as ever; but when she got

sharp, I fancied it was dyspepsia. Oh, me! I wish the other trouble could be cured as easily as this."

Here puss showed an amiable desire to forgive and forget, and Polly took her up, saying aloud: "Puttel, when

missis abuses you, play it 's dyspepsia, and don't bear malice, because it 's a very trying disease, my dear."

Then, going back to her thoughts, she rambled on again; "If he does n't take that hint, I will give him a

stronger one, for I will not have matters come to a crisis, though I can't deny that my wicked vanity strongly

tempts me to try and 'bag a bird' just for the excitement and credit of the thing. Polly, I 'm ashamed of you!

What would your blessed mother say to hear such expressions from you? I 'd write and tell her all the worry,

only it would n't do any good, and would only trouble her. I 've no right to tell Fan's secrets, and I 'm ashamed

to tell mine. No, I 'll leave mother in peace, and fight it out alone. I do think Fan would suit him excellently

by and by. He has known her all her life, and has a good influence over her. Love would do so much toward

making her what she might be; it 's a shame to have the chance lost just because he happens to see me. I

should think she 'd hate me; but I 'll show her that she need n't, and do all I can to help her; for she has been

so good to me nothing shall ever make me forget that. It is a delicate and dangerous task, but I guess I can

manage it; at any rate I 'll try, and have nothing to reproach myself with if things do go 'contrary.' "

What Polly thought of, as she lay back in her chair, with her eyes shut, and a hopeless look on her face, is

none of our business, though we might feel a wish to know what caused a tear to gather slowly from time to

time under her lashes, and roll down on Puttel's Quakercolored coat. Was it regret for the conquest she

relinquished, was it sympathy for her friend, or was it an uncontrollable overflow of feeling as she read some

sad or tender passage of the little romance which she kept hidden away in her own heart?

On Monday, Polly began the "delicate and dangerous task." Instead of going to her pupils by way of the park

and the pleasant streets adjoining, she took a roundabout route through back streets, and thus escaped Mr.

Sydney, who, as usual, came home to dinner very early that day and looked disappointed because he nowhere

saw the bright face in the modest bonnet. Polly kept this up for a week, and by carefully avoiding the Shaws'

house during calling hours, she saw nothing of Mr. Sydney, who, of course, did n't visit her at Miss Mills'.

Minnie happened to be poorly that week and took no lesson, so Uncle Syd was deprived of his last hope, and

Now, as Polly was by no means a perfect creature, I am free to confess that the old temptation assailed her

more than once that week, for, when the first excitement of the dodging reform had subsided, she missed the

pleasant little interviews that used to put a certain flavor of romance into her dull, hardworking days. She

liked Mr. Sydney very much, for he had always been kind and friendly since the early times when he had

treated the little girl with a courtesy which the young woman gratefully remembered. I don't think it was his

wealth, accomplishments, or position that most attracted Polly, though these doubtless possessed a greater

influence than she suspected. It was that indescribable something which women are quick to see and feel in

men who have been blessed with wise and good mothers. This had an especial charm to Polly, for she soon

found that this side of his character was not shown to every one. With most girls, he was very like the other

young men of his set, except perhaps in a certain grace of manner which was as natural to him as his respect

for all womankind. But with Fanny and Polly he showed the domestic traits and virtues which are more

Polly had seen a good deal of him during her visits at the Shaws', where he was intimate, owing to the

friendship between Madam and his mother; but she had never thought of him as a possible lover for either

Fanny or herself because he was six or eight years older than they, and still sometimes assumed the part of a

venerable mentor, as in the early days. Lately this had changed, especially towards Polly, and it flattered her

more than she would confess even to herself. She knew he admired her one talent, respected her

independence, and enjoyed her society; but when something warmer and more flattering than admiration,

respect, or pleasure crept into his manner, she could not help seeing that one of the good gifts of this life was

daily coming more and more within her reach, and began to ask herself if she could honestly receive the gift,

At first she tried to think she could, but unfortunately hearts are so "contrary" that they won't be obedient to

reason, will, or even gratitude. Polly felt a very cordial friendship for Mr. Sydney, but not one particle of the

love which is the only coin in which love can be truly paid. Then she took a fancy into her head that she

ought to accept this piece of good fortune for the sake of the family, and forget herself. But this false idea of

selfsacrifice did not satisfy, for she was not a fashionable girl trained to believe that her first duty was to

make "a good match" and never mind the consequences, though they rendered her miserable for life. Polly's

creed was very simple: "If I don't love him, I ought not to marry him, especially when I do love somebody

else, though everything is against me." If she had read as many French novels as some young ladies, she

might have considered it interesting to marry under the circumstances and suffer a secret anguish to make her

a romantic victim. But Polly's education had been neglected, and after a good deal of natural indecision she

The discovery of Fanny's secret seemed to show her something to do, for if the "wait and see" decision was

making her friend unhappy, it must be changed as soon as possible. This finished Polly's indecision, and after

that night she never allowed herself to dwell upon the pleasant temptation which came in a guise particularly

attractive to a young girl with a spice of the old Eve in her composition. So day after day she trudged through

the dull back streets, longing for the sunny park, the face that always brightened when it saw her coming, and

When Saturday came, Polly started as usual for a visit to Becky and Bess, but could n't resist stopping at the

Shaws' to leave a little parcel for Fan, though it was calling time. As she stepped in, meaning to run up for a

word if Fanny should chance to be alone, two hats on the hall table arrested her.

"Not this morning, I 'm rather in a hurry." And away went Polly as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for

her presence. But as the door shut behind her she felt so left out in the cold, that her eyes filled, and when

Nep, Tom's great Newfoundland, came blundering after her, she stopped and hugged his shaggy head, saying

softly, as she looked into the brown, benevolent eyes, full of almost human sympathy: "Now, go back, old

dear, you must n't follow me. Oh, Nep, it 's so hard to put love away when you want it very much and it is n't

right to take it." A foolish little speech to make to a dog, but you see Polly was only a tenderhearted girl,

"Since he is safe with Fanny, I may venture to walk where I like. It 's such a lovely day, all the babies will be

out, and it always does me good to see them," thought Polly, turning into the wide, sunny street, where West

The babies were out in full force, looking as gay and delicate and sweet as the snowdrops, hyacinths, and

daffodils on the banks whence the snow had melted. But somehow the babies did n't do Polly the good she

expected, though they smiled at her from their carriages, and kissed their chubby hands as she passed them,

for Polly had the sort of face that babies love. One tiny creature in blue plush was casting despairing glances

after a very small lord of creation who was walking away with a toddling belle in white, while a second

young gentleman in gorgeous purple gaiters was endeavoring to console the deserted damsel.

"Take hold of Master Charley's hand, Miss Mamie, and walk pretty, like Willy and Flossy," said the maid.

"No, no, I want to do wid Willy, and he won't let me. Do 'way, Tarley, I don't lite you," cried little

Bluebonnet, casting down her ermine muff and sobbing in a microscopic handkerchief, the threadlace

edging on which could n't mitigate her woe, as it might have done that of an older sufferer.

"Willy likes Flossy best, so stop crying and come right along, you naughty child."

As poor little Dido was jerked away by the unsympathetic maid, and Purplegaiters essayed in vain to plead

his cause, Polly said to herself, with a smile and a sigh; "How early the old story begins!"

It seemed as if the spring weather had brought out all manner of tender things beside fresh grass and the first

dandelions, for as she went down the street Polly kept seeing different phases of the sweet old story which

At a street corner, a blackeyed schoolboy was parting from a rosyfaced schoolgirl, whose music roll he

"Don't you forget, now," said the boy, looking bashfully into the bright eyes that danced with pleasure as the

"That little romance runs smoothly so far; I hope it may to the end," said Polly heartily as she watched the lad

tramp away, whistling as blithely as if his pleasurable emotions must find a vent, or endanger the buttons on

the round jacket; while the girl pranced on her own doorstep, as if practising for the joyful dance which she

A little farther on Polly passed a newly engaged couple whom she knew, walking arm in arm for the first

time, both wearing that proud yet conscious look which is so delightful to behold upon the countenances of

"How happy they seem; oh, dear!" said Polly, and trudged on, wondering if her turn would ever come and

A glimpse of a motherlylooking lady entering a door, received by a flock of pretty children, who cast

themselves upon mamma and her parcels with cries of rapture, did Polly good; and when, a minute after she

passed a gray old couple walking placidly together in the sunshine, she felt better still, and was glad to see

As if the mischievous little god wished to take Polly at a disadvantage, or perhaps to give her another chance,

just at that instant Mr. Sydney appeared at her side. How he got there was never very clear to Polly, but there

he was, flushed, and a little out of breath, but looking so glad to see her that she had n't the heart to be stiff

"Very warm, is n't it?" he said when he had shaken hands and fallen into step, just in the old way.

"You seem to find it so." And Polly laughed, with a sudden sparkle in her eyes. She really could n't help it, it

"I saw you from the Shaws' window and took the liberty of running after you by the back street," he said,

"That is the way I get to the Roths," answered Polly. She did not mean to tell, but his frankness was so

"I know it, but people sometimes get tired of old ways and like to try new ones."

Polly did n't say that quite naturally, and Sydney gave her a quick look, as he asked; "Do you get tired of old

"Not often; but " And there she stuck, for the fear of being ungrateful or unkind made her almost hope that he

There was a dreadful little pause, which Polly broke by saying abruptly; "How is Fan?"

"Dashing, as ever. Do you know I 'm rather disappointed in Fanny, for she don't seem to improve with her

"Ah, you never see her at her best. She puts on that dashing air before people to hide her real self. But I know

her better; and I assure you that she does improve; she tries to mend her faults, though she won't own it, and

will surprise you some day, by the amount of heart and sense and goodness she has got."

Polly spoke heartily now, and Sydney looked at her as if Fanny's defender pleased him more than Fanny's

"I 'm very glad to hear it, and willingly take your word for it. Everybody shows you their good side, I think,

"Oh, but I don't! It often seems like a very hard and dismal place, and I croak over my trials like an ungrateful

The voice that put the question was so very kind, that Polly dared not look up, because she knew what the

"Thank you, no. I don't get more tribulation than is good for me, I fancy, and we are apt to make mistakes

"Yes, it 's the pleasantest walk we have; don't you think so?" asked the artful young man, laying a trap, into

"Yes, indeed! It 's always so refreshing to me to see a little bit of the country, as it were, especially at this

Oh, Polly, Polly, what a stupid speech to make, when you had just given him to understand that you were

tired of the park! Not being a fool or a coxcomb, Sydney put this and that together, and taking various trifles

into the account, he had by this time come to the conclusion that Polly had heard the same bits of gossip that

he had, which linked their names together, that she did n't like it, and tried to show she did n't in this way. He

was quicker to take a hint than she had expected, and being both proud and generous, resolved to settle the

matter at once, for Polly's sake as well as his own. So, when she made her last brilliant remark, he said

quietly, watching her face keenly all the while; "I thought so; well, I 'm going out of town on business for

several weeks, so you can enjoy your 'little bit of country' without being annoyed by me."

"Annoyed? Oh, no!" cried Polly earnestly; then stopped short, not knowing what to say for herself. She

thought she had a good deal of the coquette in her, and I 've no doubt that with time and training she would

have become a very dangerous little person, but now she was far too transparent and straightforward by

nature even to tell a white lie cleverly. Sydney knew this, and liked her for it, but he took advantage of it,

nevertheless by asking suddenly; "Honestly, now, would n't you go the old way and enjoy it as much as ever,

"Yes," said Polly, before she could stop herself, and then could have bitten her tongue out for being so rude.

Another awful pause seemed impending, but just at that moment a horseman clattered by with a smile and a

salute, which caused Polly to exclaim, "Oh, there 's Tom!" with a tone and a look that silenced the words

hovering on Sydney's lips, and caused him to hold out his hand with a look which made Polly's heart flutter

then and ache with pity for a good while afterward, though he only said, "Good by, Polly."

He was gone before she could do anything but look up at him with a remorseful face, and she walked on,

feeling that the first and perhaps the only lover she would ever have, had read his answer and accepted it in

silence. She did not know what else he had read, and comforted herself with the thought that he did not care

Polly did not return to her favorite walk till she learned from Minnie that "Uncle" had really left town, and

then she found that his friendly company and conversation was what had made the way so pleasant after all.

She sighed over the perversity of things in general, and croaked a little over her trials in particular, but on the

whole got over her loss better than she expected, for soon she had other sorrows beside her own to comfort,

and such work does a body more good than floods of regretful tears, or hours of sentimental lamentation.

She shunned Fanny for a day or two, but gained nothing by it, for that young lady, hearing of Sydney's

sudden departure, could not rest till she discovered the cause of it, and walked in upon Polly one afternoon

"What have you been doing with yourself lately?" asked Fanny, composing herself, with her back toward the

"Wagging to and fro as usual. What's the news with you?" answered Polly, feeling that something was

"Nothing particular. Trix treats Tom shamefully, and he bears it like a lamb. I tell him to break his

engagement, and not be worried so; but he won't, because she has been jilted once and he thinks it 's such a

"I 've no doubt she will, if anything better comes along. But Trix is getting pass,e, and I should n't wonder if

"Poor Tom, what a fate!" said Polly with what was meant to be a comical groan; but it sounded so tragical

that she saw it would n't pass, and hastened to hide the failure by saying, with a laugh, "If you call Trix pass,e

at twentythree, what shall we all be at twentyfive?" "Utterly done with, and laid upon the shelf. I feel so

already, for I don't get half the attention I used to have, and the other night I heard Maud and Grace

"Pretty well, but she worries me by her queer tastes and notions. She loves to go into the kitchen and mess,

she hates to study, and said right before the Vincents that she should think it would be great fun to be a

beggargirl, to go round with a basket, it must be so interesting to see what you 'd get."

"Minnie said the other day she wished she was a pigeon so she could paddle in the puddles and not fuss about

"By the way, when is her uncle coming back?" asked Fanny, who could n't wait any longer and joyfully

"I 'm not blind, my dear, neither is Tom, and when a young gentleman cuts a call abruptly short, and races

after a young lady, and is seen holding her hand at the quietest corner of the park, and then goes travelling all

"Who got up that nice idea, I should like to know?" demanded Polly, as Fanny stopped for breath.

"Now don't be affected, Polly, but just tell me, like a dear, has n't he proposed?"

"Well, I am surprised!" And Fanny drew a long breath, as if a load was off her mind. Then she added in a

Neither spoke for a minute, but the heart of one of them beat joyfully and the dusk hid a very happy face.

"Don't you think he cared for you, dear?" asked Fanny, presently. "I don't mean to be prying, but I really

"That 's not for me to say, but if it is so, it 's only a passing fancy and he 'll soon get over it."

"Do tell me all about it; I 'm so interested, and I know something has happened, I hear it in your voice, for I

"Do you remember the talk we once had after reading one of Miss Edgeworth's stories about not letting one's

"And you girls said it was n't proper, and I said it was honest, anyway. Well, I always meant to try it if I got a

chance, and I have. Mind you, I don't say Mr. Sydney loved me, for he never said so, and never will, now, but

I did fancy he rather liked me and might do more if I did n't show him that it was of no use."

"I just gave him a hint and he took it. He meant to go away before that, so don't think his heart is broken, or

mind what silly tattlers say. I did n't like his meeting me so much and told him so by going another way. He

understood, and being a gentleman, made no fuss. I dare say he thought I was a vain goose, and laughed at

"No, he would n't; He 'd like it and respect you for doing it. But, Polly, it would have been a grand thing for

"Well, that 's the plain English of half your fashionable matches. I 'm 'odd,' you know, and prefer to be an

"Ah, but you won't. You were made for a nice, happy home of your own, and I hope you 'll get it, Polly,

dear," said Fanny warmly, feeling so grateful to Polly, that she found it hard not to pour out all her secret at

"I hope I may; but I doubt it," answered Polly in a tone that made Fanny wonder if she, too, knew what

"Something troubles you, Polly, what is it? Confide in me, as I do in you," said Fanny tenderly, for all the

coldness she had tried to hide from Polly, had melted in the sudden sunshine that had come to her.

"Do you always?" asked her friend, leaning forward with an irresistible desire to win back the oldtime love

and confidence, too precious to be exchanged for a little brief excitement or the barren honor of "bagging a

bird," to use Trix's elegant expression. Fanny understood it then, and threw herself into Polly's arms, crying,

with a shower of grateful tears; "Oh, my dear! my dear! did you do it for my sake?"

And Polly held her close, saying in that tender voice of hers, "I did n't mean to let a lover part this pair of

GOING into the Shaws' one evening, Polly found Maud sitting on the stairs, with a troubled face.

"Oh, Polly, I 'm so glad you 've come!" cried the little girl, running to hug her.

"I don't know; something dreadful must have happened, for mamma and Fan are crying together upstairs,

papa is shut up in the library, and Tom is raging round like a bear, in the diningroom."

"I guess it is n't anything very bad. Perhaps mamma is sicker than usual, or papa worried about business, or

Tom in some new scrape. Don't look so frightened, Maudie, but come into the parlor and see what I 've got

for you," said Polly, feeling that there was trouble of some sort in the air, but trying to cheer the child, for her

"I don't think I can like anything till I know what the matter is," answered Maud. "It 's something horrid, I 'm

sure, for when papa came home, he went up to mamma's room, and talked ever so long, and mamma cried

very loud, and when I tried to go in, Fan would n't let me, and she looked scared and strange. I wanted to go

to papa when he came down, but the door was locked, and he said, 'Not now, my little girl,' and then I sat

here waiting to see what would happen, and Tom came home. But when I ran to tell him, he said, 'Go away,

and don't bother,' and just took me by the shoulders and put me out. Oh, dear! everything is so queer and

Maud began to cry, and Polly sat down on the stairs beside her, trying to comfort her, while her own thoughts

were full of a vague fear. All at once the diningroom door opened, and Tom's head appeared. A single

glance showed Polly that something was the matter, for the care and elegance which usually marked his

appearance were entirely wanting. His tie was under one ear, his hair in a toss, the cherished moustache had a

neglected air, and his face an expression both excited, ashamed, and distressed; even his voice betrayed

disturbance, for instead of the affable greeting he usually bestowed upon the young lady, he seemed to have

fallen back into the bluff tone of his boyish days, and all he said was, "Hullo, Polly."

"I 'm in a devil of a mess, thank you; send that chicken up stairs, and come in and hear about it." he said, as if

he had been longing to tell some one, and welcomed prudent Polly as a special providence.

"Go up, deary, and amuse yourself with this book, and these ginger snaps that I made for you, there 's a good

child," whispered Polly, as Maud rubbed away her tears, and stared at Tom with round, inquisitive eyes.

"You 'll tell me all about it, by and by, won't you?" she whispered, preparing to obey.

Maud departed with unexpected docility, and Polly went into the diningroom, where Tom was wandering

about in a restless way. If he had been "raging like a bear," Polly would n't have cared, she was so pleased

that he wanted her, and so glad to be a confidante, as she used to be in the happy old days, that she would

Tom paused on the rug as he gave the answer, and looked at Polly to see how she took it. To his surprise she

seemed almost relieved, and after a minute silence, said, soberly, "That 's bad, very bad; but it might have

"Well, go on, then. Are you truly expelled? Can't it be made up? What did you do?"

"It 's a true bill this time. I just had a row with the Chapel watchman, and knocked him down. If it was a first

offence, I might have got off; but you see I 've had no end of narrow escapes, and this was my last chance; I

've lost it, and now there 'll be the dickens to pay. I knew it was all up with me, so I did n't wait to be turned

"It will come hard on the governor, but the worst of it is " there Tom stopped, and stood a minute in the

middle of the room with his head down, as if he did n't find it easy to tell even kind little Polly. Then out

came the truth all in a breath, just as he used to bolt out his boyish misdemeanors, and then back up against

"I 've been an extravagant rascal, I know it, and I 'm thundering sorry, but that don't help a fellow, I 've got to

At another time Polly would have laughed at the contrast between Tom's face and his language, but there was

a sincere remorse, which made even the dreadful word "buffer" rather touching than otherwise.

"He will be very angry, I dare say; but he 'll help you, won't he? He always does, Fan says."

"That 's the worst of it, you see. He 's paid up so often, that the last time he said his patience could n't stand it,

nor his pocket either, and if I got into any more scrapes of that sort, I must get out as I could. I meant to be as

steady as Bunker Hill Monument; but here I am again, worse than ever, for last quarter I did n't say anything

to father, he was so bothered by the loss of those ships just then, so things have mounted up confoundedly."

"Don't see how, as I have n't a cent of my own, and no way of getting it, unless I try gambling."

"Oh, mercy, no! Sell your horse," cried Polly, after a minute of deep meditation.

"I have; but he did n't bring half I gave for him. I lamed him last winter, and the beggar won't get over it."

"I have dodged figuring it up till yesterday; then things were so desperate, I thought I might as well face the

Tom threw a blotted, crumpled paper into Polly's lap, and tramped up and down again, faster than ever. Polly

took one look at the total and clasped her hands, for to her inexperienced eyes it looked appalling.

"Tidy little sum, is n't it?" asked Tom, who could n't bear the silence, or the startled, grieved look in Polly's

"I 'd rather be shot. I say, Polly, suppose we break it to him easy!" added Tom, after another turn.

"Why, suppose Fan, or, better still, you go and sort of pave the way. I can't bear to come down on him with

"So you 'd like to have me go and tell him for you?" Polly's lip curled a little as she said that, and she gave

Tom a look that would have shown him how blue eyes can flash, if he had seen it. But he was at the window,

and did n't turn, as he said slowly, "Well, you see, he 's so fond of you; we all confide in you; and you are so

like one of the family, that it seems quite natural. Just tell him I 'm expelled, you know, and as much more as

Polly rose and went to the door without a word. In doing so, Tom caught a glimpse of her face, and said,

"Why not? Don't you think he 'd rather have it told him nicely by you, than blurted out as I always do blurt

"I know he 'd rather have his son go to him and tell the truth, like a man, instead of sending a girl to do what

If Polly had suddenly boxed his ears, Tom could n't have looked more taken aback than by that burst. He

looked at her excited face, seemed to understand the meaning of it, and remembered all at once that he was

trying to hide behind a girl. He turned scarlet, said shortly, "Come back, Polly," and walked straight out of

the room, looking as if going to instant execution, for poor Tom had been taught to fear his father, and had

Polly sat down, looking both satisfied and troubled. "I hope I did right," she said to herself, "I could n't bear

to have him shirk and seem cowardly. He is n't, only he did n't think how it seemed to me, and I don't wonder

he was a little afraid, Mr. Shaw is so severe with the poor fellow. Oh, dear, what should we do if Will got into

Then she sat silent beside the halfopen door, hearing the murmur of Tom's voice across the hall, and hoping,

with all her heart, that he would n't have a very hard time. He seemed to tell his story rapidly and steadily,

without interruption, to the end; then Polly heard Mr. Shaw's deeper voice say a few words, at which Tom

uttered a loud exclamation, as if taken by surprise. Polly could n't distinguish a word, so she kept her seat,

wondering anxiously what was going on between the two men. A sudden pause seemed to follow Tom's

ejaculation, then Mr. Shaw talked a long time in a low, earnest tone, so different from the angry one Polly

had expected to hear, that it made her nervous, for Mr. Shaw usually "blew Tom up first, and forgave him

afterward," as Maud said. Presently Tom's voice was heard, apparently asking eager questions, to which brief

replies were given. Then a dead silence fell upon the room, and nothing was heard but the spring rain softly

falling out of doors. All of a sudden she heard a movement, and Tom's voice say audibly, "Let me bring

Polly;" and he appeared, looking so pale and miserable that Polly was frightened.

"Go and say something to him; I can't; poor old father, if I 'd only known," and to Polly's utter dismay, Tom

threw himself into a chair, and laid his head down on the table, as if he had got a blow that was too much for

"Oh, Tom, what is it?" cried Polly, hurrying to him, full of fears she dared not speak.

Without looking up, Tom answered, in a smothered voice, "Failed; all gone to smash; and tomorrow every

Polly held on to the back of Tom's chair, for a minute, for the news took her breath away, and she felt as if

the world was coming to an end, "failed" was such a vaguely dreadful word to her.

"Is it very bad?" she asked, softly, feeling as if anything was better than to stand still and see Tom so

"Yes; he means to give up everything. He 's done his best; but it can't be staved off any longer, and it 's all up

"Oh, I wish I had a million to give him!" cried Polly, clasping her hands, with the tears running down her

"Like a man, Polly; and I 'm proud of him," said Tom, looking up, all red and excited with the emotions he

was trying to keep under. "Everything has been against him, and he has fought all alone to stand the pressure,

but it 's too much for him, and he 's given in. It 's an honorable failure, mind you, and no one can say a word

against him. I 'd like to see 'em try it!" and Tom clenched his hands, as if it would be an immense relief to

"Of course they can't! This is what poor Maud troubled about. He had told your mother and Fan before you

"They are safe enough. Father has n't touched mother's money; he 'could n't rob his girls,' he said, and that 's

all safe for 'em. Is n't he a trump, Polly?" And Tom's face shone with pride, even while his lips would twitch

"If I could only do anything to help," cried Polly, oppressed with her own powerlessness.

"You can. Go and be good to him; you know how; he needs it enough, all alone there. I can't do it, for I 'm

"How did he take your news?" asked Polly, who, for a time, had forgotten the lesser trouble in the greater.

"Like a lamb; for when I 'd done, he only said, 'My poor lad, we must bear with one another.' and then told

"I 'm glad he was kind," began Polly, in a soothing tone; but Tom cried out, remorsefully, "That 's what

knocks me over! Just when I ought to be a pride and a prop to him, I bring him my debts and disgrace, and he

never says a word of blame. It 's no use, I can't stand it!" and Tom's head went down again with something

very like a sob, that would come in spite of manful efforts to keep it back, for the poor fellow had the

warmest heart that ever was, and all the fine waistcoats outside could n't spoil it.

That sound gave Polly more pain than the news of a dozen failures and expulsions, and it was as impossible

for her to resist putting her hand tenderly on the bent head, as it was for her to help noticing with pleasure

how brown the little curls were growing, and how soft they were. In spite of her sorrow, she enjoyed that

minute very much, for she was a born consoler, and, it is hardly necessary for me to add, loved this

reprehensible Tom with all her heart. It was a very foolish thing for her to do, she quite agreed to that; she

could n't understand it, explain it, or help it; she only felt that she did care for him very much, in spite of his

faults, his indifference, and his engagement. You see, she learned to love him one summer, when he made

them a visit. That was before Trix caught him; and when she heard that piece of news, Polly could n't unlove

him all at once, though she tried very hard, as was her duty. That engagement was such a farce, that she never

had much faith in it, so she put her love away in a corner of her heart, and tried to forget it, hoping it would

either die, or have a right to live. It did n't make her very miserable, because patience, work, and

commonsense lent her a hand, and hope would keep popping up its bright face from the bottom of her

Pandorabox of troubles. Now and then, when any one said Trix would n't jilt Tom, or that Tom did care for

Trix more than he should, Polly had a pang, and thought she could n't possibly bear it. But she always found

she could, and so came to the conclusion that it was a merciful provision of nature that girls' hearts could

stand so much, and their appetites continue good, when unrequited love was starving.

Now, she could not help yearning over this faulty, wellbeloved scapegrace Tom, or help thinking, with a

little thrill of hope, "If Trix only cared for his money, she may cast him off now he 's lost it; but I 'll love him

all the better because he 's poor." With this feeling warm at her heart, I don't wonder that Polly's hand had a

soothing effect, and that after a heave or two, Tom's shoulders were quiet, and certain smothered sniffs

suggested that he would be all right again, if he could only wipe his eyes without any one's seeing him do it.

Polly seemed to divine his wish, and tucking a little, clean handkerchief into one of his halfopen hands, she

said, "I 'm going to your father, now," and with a farewell smooth, so comforting that Tom wished she 'd do it

As she paused a minute in the hall to steady herself, Maud called her from above, and thinking that the

women might need her more than the men, she ran up to find Fanny waiting for her in her own room.

"Mamma's asleep, quite worn out, poor dear, so we can talk in here without troubling her," said Fanny,

"Let me come, too, I won't make any fuss; it 's so dreadful to be shut out everywhere, and have people crying

and talking, and locked up, and I not know what it means," said Maud, beseechingly.

"You do know, now; I 've told her, Polly," said Fan, as they sat down together, and Maud perched herself on

the bed, so that she might retire among the pillows if her feelings were too much for her.

"I 'm glad you take it so well, dear; I was afraid it might upset you," said Polly, seeing now that in spite of her

"I shall groan and moan by and by, I dare say, but at first it sort of dazed me, and now it begins to excite me. I

ought to be full of sorrow for poor papa, and I am truly sorry, but, wicked as it may seem, it 's a fact, Polly,

that I 'm half glad it 's happened, for it takes me out of myself, and gives me something to do."

Fanny's eyes fell and her color rose as she spoke, but Polly understood why she wanted to forget herself, and

"Perhaps things are not as bad as they seem; I don't know much about such matters, but I 've seen people who

"It won't be so with us, for papa means to give up everything, and not have a word said against him.

Mamma's little property is settled upon her, and has n't been risked. That touched her so much! She dreads

poverty even more than I do, but she begged him to take it if it would help him. That pleased him, but he said

nothing would induce him to do it, for it would n't help much, and was hardly enough to keep her

"He said his plans were not made, but he meant to go into the little house that belonged to grandma, as soon

as he could, for it was n't honest for a bankrupt to keep up an establishment like this."

"I shan't mind that at all, I like the little house 'cause it 's got a garden, and there 's a cunning room with a

threecornered closet in it that I always wanted. If that 's all, I don't think bankrupting is so very bad," said

"Ah, just wait till the carriage goes and the nice clothes and the servants, and we have to scratch along as we

can. You 'll change your mind then, poor child," said Fanny, whose ideas of failure were decidedly tragical.

"I dare say; I don't know what we are allowed to keep; but not much, I fancy," and Fan looked as if strung up

"They shan't have my new earrings, I 'll hide 'em, and my best dress, and my gold smelling bottle. Oh, oh,

oh! I think it 's mean to take a little girl's things away!" And Maud dived among the pillows to smother a wail

Polly soon lured her out again, by assurances that she would n't be utterly despoiled, and promises to try and

soften the hard hearts of her father's creditors, if the earrings and the smellingbottle were attached.

"I wonder if we shall be able to keep one servant, just till we learn how to do the work," said Fanny, looking

But Maud clapped hers, and gave a joyful bounce, as she cried, "Now I can learn to cook! I love so to beat

eggs! I 'll have an apron, with a bib to it, like Polly's, and a feather duster, and sweep the stairs, maybe, with

"Don't laugh at her, or discourage her; let her find comfort in bibs and dustpans, if she can," whispered Polly

to Fan, while Maud took a joyful "header" among the pillows, and came up smiling and blowzy, for she loved

housework, and often got lectured for stolen visits to the kitchen, and surreptitious sweepings and dustings

"Mamma is so feeble, I shall have to keep house, I suppose, and you must show me how, Polly," said Fan.

"Good practice, ma'am, as you 'll find out some day," answered Polly, laughing significantly.

Fanny smiled, then grew both grave and sad. "This changes everything; the old set will drop me, as we did

the Mertons when their father failed, and my 'prospects,' as we say, are quite ruined."

"I don't believe it; your real friends won't drop you, and you 'll find out which the true ones are now. I know

"I know who she means," cried Maud, always eager to find out things. "It 's herself; Polly won't mind if we

"No, it 's a much better and dearer friend than I am," said Polly, pinching Fanny's cheek, as it reddened

prettily under her eyes. "You 'll never guess, Maud, so I would n't try, but be planning what you will put in

Having got rid of "Miss Paulina Pry," as Tom called Maud, who was immediately absorbed by her cupboard,

the older girls soberly discussed the sudden change which had come, and Polly was surprised to see what

unexpected strength and sense Fanny showed. Polly was too unconscious of the change which love had made

in herself to understand at first the cause of her friend's new patience and fortitude; but she rejoiced over it,

and felt that her prophecy would yet be fulfilled. Presently Maud emerged from her new closet, bringing a

"Why, Mr. Merton did; and I was thinking perhaps papa had got one down there, and it kind of frightened

"Mr. Merton's was a bad, disgraceful failure, and I don't wonder he had a fit. Ours is n't, and papa won't do

anything of that sort, you may be sure," said Fanny, with as proud an air as if "our failure" was rather an

"Perhaps he would n't like it; and I don't know what to say, either," began Fan; but Polly said, eagerly, "I

know he would like it. Never mind what you say; just go, and show him that you don't doubt or blame him

for this, but love him all the more, and are ready and glad to help him bear the trouble."

"I 'm going, I ain't afraid; I 'll just hug him, and say I 'm ever so glad we are going to the little house," cried

"Come with me, Polly, and tell me what to do," said Fanny, drawing her friend after her.

"You 'll know what to do when you see him, better than I can tell you," answered Polly, readily yielding, for

At the study door they found Maud, whose courage had given out, for Mr. Merton's fit rather haunted her.

Polly opened the door; and the minute Fanny saw her father, she did know what to do. The fire was low, the

gas dim, and Mr. Shaw was sitting in his easychair, his gray head in both his hands, looking lonely, old, and

bowed down with care. Fanny gave Polly one look, then went and took the gray head in both her arms,

saying, with a tender quiver in her voice, "Father dear, we 've come to help you bear it"

Mr. Shaw looked up, and seeing in his daughter's face something that never had been there before, put his

arm about her, and leaned his tired head against her, as if, when least expected, he had found the consolation

he most needed. In that minute, Fanny felt, with mingled joy and selfreproach, what a daughter might be to

her father; and Polly, thinking of feeble, selfish Mrs. Shaw, asleep up stairs, saw with sudden clearness what

a wife should be to her husband, a helpmeet, not a burden. Touched by these unusual demonstrations, Maud

crept quietly to her father's knee, and whispered, with a great tear shining on her little pug nose, "Papa, we

don't mind it much, and I 'm going to help Fan keep house for you; I 'd like to do it, truly."

Mr. Shaw's other arm went round the child, and for a minute no one said anything, for Polly had slipped

behind his chair, that nothing should disturb the three, who were learning from misfortune how much they

loved one another. Presently Mr. Shaw steadied himself and asked, "Where is my other daughter, where 's my

She was there at once; gave him one of the quiet kisses that had more than usual tenderness in it, for she

loved to hear him say "my other daughter," and then she whispered, "Don't you want Tom, too?"

But in the hall she paused a minute to peep into the glass and see if she was all right, for somehow she was

more anxious to look neat and pretty to Tom in his hour of trouble than she had ever been in his prosperous

days. In lifting her arms to perk up the bow at her throat she knocked a hat off the bracket. Now, a shiny

black beaver is not an object exactly calculated to inspire tender or romantic sentiments, one would fancy, but

that particular "stove pipe" seemed to touch Polly to the heart, for she caught it up, as if its fall suggested a

greater one, smoothed out a slight dint, as if it was symbolical of the hard knocks its owner's head was now in

danger of receiving, and stood looking at it with as much pity and respect, as if it had been the crown of a

disinherited prince. Girls will do such foolish little things, and though we laugh at them, I think we like them

Richard was himself again when Polly entered, for the handkerchief had disappeared, his head was erect, his

face was steady, and his whole air had a dogged composure which seemed to say to fate, "Hit away, I 'm

ready." He did not hear Polly come in, for he was looking fixedly at the fire with eyes that evidently saw a

very different future there from that which it used to show him; but when she said, "Tom, dear, your father

wants you," he got up at once, held out his hand to her, saying, "Come too, we can't get on without you," and

Then they had a long talk, for the family troubles seemed to warm and strengthen the family affection and

confidence, and as the young people listened while Mr. Shaw told them as much of his business perplexities

as they could understand, every one of them blamed him or herself for going on so gayly and blindly, while

the storm was gathering, and the poor man was left to meet it all alone. Now, however, the thunderclap had

come, and after the first alarm, finding they were not killed, they began to discover a certain halfanxious,

halfpleasant excitement in talking it over, encouraging one another, and feeling unusually friendly, as

people do when a sudden shower drives two or three to the shelter of one umbrella.

It was a sober talk, but not all sad, for Mr. Shaw felt inexpressibly comforted by his children's unexpected

sympathy, and they, trying to take the downfall cheerfully for his sake, found it easier to bear themselves.

They even laughed occasionally, for the girls, in their ignorance, asked queer questions; Tom made

ludicrously unbusinesslike propositions; and Maud gave them one hearty peal, that did a world of good, by

pensively remarking, when the plans for the future had been explained to her, "I 'm so relieved; for when

papa said we must give up everything, and mamma called us all beggars, I did think I 'd got to go round

asking for cold vittles, with a big basket, and an old shawl over my head. I said once I 'd like that, but I 'm

afraid I should n't, for I can't bear Indian cake and cold potatoes, that 's what the poor children always seem to

get, and I should hate to have Grace and the rest see me scuffing round the back gates."

"My little girl shall never come to that, if I can help it," said Mr. Shaw, holding her close, with a look that

made Maud add, as she laid her cheek against his own, "But I 'd do it, father, if you asked me to, for I truly

"So do I!" cried Fanny, wondering at the same minute how it would seem to wear turned silks, and clean her

Tom said nothing, but drew toward him a paper of figures which his father had drawn up, and speedily

reduced himself to the verge of distraction by trying to understand them, in his ardent desire to prove his

"We shall pull through, children, so don't borrow trouble, only be ready for discomforts and annoyances. Put

your pride in your pockets, and remember poverty is n't disgraceful, but dishonesty is."

Polly had always loved kind Mr. Shaw, but now she respected him heartily, and felt that she had not done

"I should n't wonder if this was a good thing for the whole family, though it don't look so. Mrs. Shaw will

take it the hardest, but it may stir her up, so she will forget her nerves, and be as busy and happy as mother

is," said Polly to herself, in a hopeful mood, for poverty was an old friend, and she had learned long ago not

When they parted for the night, Polly slipped away first, to leave them free, yet could n't help lingering

outside to see how tenderly the girls parted from their father. Tom had n't a word to say for himself, for men

don't kiss, caress, or cry when they feel most, and all he could do to express his sympathy and penitence, was

to wring his father's hand with a face full of respect, regret, and affection, and then bolt up stairs as if the

THE weeks that followed taught the Shaws, as many other families have been taught, how rapidly riches take

to themselves wings and fly away, when they once begin to go. Mr. Shaw carried out his plans with an energy

and patience that worked wonders, and touched the hearts of his hardest creditors. The big house was given

up as soon as possible and the little house taken; being made comfortable with the furniture Madam left there

when she went to live with her son. The oldfashioned things had been let with the house, and now seemed

almost like a gift from Grandma, doubly precious in these troublous times. At the auction, several persons

tried to show the family that, though they had lost their fortune, friends still remained, for one bid in Fanny's

piano, and sent it to her; another secured certain luxurious articles for Mrs. Shaw's comfort; and a third saved

such of Mr. Shaw's books as he valued most, for he had kept his word and given up everything, with the most

punctilious integrity. So the little house was not bare, but made pleasant to their eyes by these waifs from the

wreck, brought them by the tide of sympathy and goodwill which soon set in. Everybody who knew them

hastened to call, many from a real regard, but more from mere curiosity to "see how they took it." This was

one of the hardest things they had to bear, and Tom used strong language more than once, when some fine

lady came to condole, and went away to gossip. Polly's hopes of Mrs. Shaw were disappointed, for

misfortune did not have a bracing effect. She took to her bed at once, received her friends in tears and a

pointlace cap, and cheered her family by plaintively inquiring when she was to be taken to the almshouse.

This was hard for Fanny; but after an interval of despair, she came to the conclusion that under the

circumstances it was the best thing her mother could have done, and with something of her father's energy,

Fanny shouldered the new burden, feeling that at last necessity had given her what she had long needed,

The poor girl knew as much of household affairs as Snip; but pride and the resolution "to stand by Father,"

kept up her courage, and she worked away with feverish activity at whatever task came first till, just as

strength and heart were about to fail, order began to emerge from chaos and the vision of a home made happy

Maud, being relieved from the fear of backdoor beggary, soon became reconciled to bankruptcy; thought it

rather a good joke, on the whole, for children like novelty, and don't care much for Mrs. Grundy. She

regarded the new abode as a baby house on a large scale, where she was allowed to play her part in the most

satisfactory manner. From the moment when, on taking possession of the coveted room, she opened the doors

of the threecornered closet, and found a little kettle just like Polly's, standing there, she felt that a good time

was coming for her and fell to dusting furniture, washing cups, and making toast, the happiest, fussiest little

housewife in the city. For Maud inherited the notable gifts of her grandmother, and would have made a

Polly came and went through all these changes, faithful, helpful, and as cheery as she could be when her

friends were in trouble. The parts seemed reversed now, and it was Polly who gave, Fanny who received; for

where everything seemed strange and new to Fan, Polly was quite at home, and every one of the

unfashionable domestic accomplishments now came into play, to the comfort of the Shaws, and the great

satisfaction of Polly. She could not do enough to prove her gratitude for former favors, and went toiling and

moiling about, feeling that the hardest, most disagreeable tasks were her especial duty. In the moving nothing

suited her better than to trot up and down, lugging heavy things, to pound her fingers black and blue nailing

carpets and curtains, and the day she nearly broke her neck tumbling down the cellar stairs, in her eagerness

to see that Mrs. Shaw's wine was rightly stored, she felt that she was only paying her debts, and told Tom she

"You can turn your hand to anything, you clever girl, so do come and give me some advice, for I am in the

depths of despair," said Fanny when the "maidofallwork" as Polly called herself, found a leisure hour.

"What is it? Moths in the furs, a smoky chimney, or smallpox next door?" asked Polly, as they entered Fan's

"Actually I have nothing to wear," began Fan impressively; "I 've been too busy to think or care till now, but

here it is nearly May and I have hardly a decent rag to my back. Usually, you know, I just go to Mrs. O'Grady

and tell her what I want; she makes my spring wardrobe, Papa pays the bill, and there I am. Now I 've looked

into the matter, and I declare to you, Polly, I 'm frightened to see how much it costs to dress me."

"Perhaps not, for I have a conscience, and taste is economy sometimes; but really, Polly, I have n't the heart

to ask Papa for a cent just now, and yet I must have clothes. You are such a genius for planning and working

wonders, that I throw myself upon you and ask, 'How shall I make a spring wardrobe out of nothing?' "

"Let me see the 'nothing' before I advise. Bring out every rag you 've got, and we 'll see what can be done,"

said Polly, looking as if she enjoyed the prospect, for she had a great deal of that feminine faculty which we

Fanny brought out her "rags" and was astonished to see how many she had, for chair, sofa, bed, and bureau

were covered, and still Maud, who was burrowing in the closets, kept crying, "Here 's another."

"There 's a discouraging heap of rubbish for you!" said Fan, as she added a faded muslin to the last pile.

"Now, to me your 'rubbish' looks very encouraging, because there is good material there, and not much

wornout finery, that 's my detestation, for you can't do anything with it. Let me see, five bonnets. Put the

winter ones away till autumn, rip up the summer ones, and out of three old ones we 'll get a pretty new one, if

"I 'll rip, and then do let me see you make a bonnet, it must be so interesting," said Maud, whipping out her

scissors and eagerly beginning to reduce a shabby little bonnet to its original elements. "Now the dresses,"

"Will you have the goodness to look at this?" said Fan, holding up a gray street suit faded past cure.

Polly whisked it wrong side out, and showing the clean, bright fabric, said, with a triumphant wave, "Behold

your new suit; fresh trimming and less of it will finish you off as smart as ever."

"I never wore a turned dress in my life; do you suppose people will know it?" said Fan doubtfully.

"What if they do? It won't hurt you. Not one in a hundred will ever think anything about your dress, except

that it is pretty. I 've worn turned and dyed gowns all my days, and it don't seem to have alienated my friends,

"That it has n't; I 'm a goose, Polly, and I 'll get over the feeling that it 's sort of disgraceful to be poor and

"Then it will be more becoming than ever. Oh, here 's the pretty violet silk. That will make a lovely suit,"

"Don't see how two draggled skirts and a stained waist can be transformed into a whole rig," said Fan, sitting

on the bed, with her garments strewn about her in various attitudes of limp despondency.

"Well, ma'am, my plan is this," began Polly, imitating Mrs. O'Grady's important tone, and bad grammar:

"Gores is out, and plaits is in; therefore, as the top of this skirt is quite fresh, we will take off the ruffles, turn

it upside down, and leave it plain. The upper skirt will be made scanter, and finished with a frill; then the

waist can be refreshed with the best parts of these wide flounces, and out of those new bits we will concoct a

hat. The black lace Maud has just taken off the green one will do to edge the violet, and with your nice silk

"I don't quite see it yet, but I have firm faith that I shall in time, and consider my calling costume finished,"

said Fanny, getting more and more interested as she saw her condemned wardrobe coming out fresh again

"There are two; then that piqu, is all right, if you cut the tail off the jacket and change the trimming a bit. The

muslins only need mending and doing up to look as well as ever; you ought not to put them away torn and

soiled, my child. The two black silks will be good standbys for years. If I were you, I 'd have a couple of

neat, pretty prints for homewear, and then I don't see why you are n't fixed well enough for our short

"Can't I do anything with this barege? It 's one of my favorite dresses, and I hate to give it up."

"You wore that thoroughly out, and it 's only fit for the ragbag. Yes, it was very pretty and becoming, I

Fanny let the dress lie in her lap a minute as she absently picked at the fringe, smiling to herself over the

happy time when she wore it last and Sydney said she only needed cowslips in her lap to look like spring.

Presently she folded it up and put it away with a sigh, but it never went into the ragbag, and my sentimental

"The ball dresses had better be put nicely away till next year," began Polly, coming to a rainbow colored

"My day is over, I shall never use them again. Do what you like with them," said Fan calmly.

"Never; I don't like the fashion. I give it away, or let Maud have it for tableaux."

"Then I won't," and Polly retired behind a cloud of arsenicgreen gauze, which made her look as if she had

"If she wanted to buy that horrid new 'gooseberrycolored gown,' as Tom calls it, I 'd let her have it cheap,"

"Does she want it, Polly?" asked Fan, whose curiosity got the better of her pride.

"Well, she merely asked me if I thought you 'd be mortally offended, if she offered to take it off your hands,

as you 'd never worn it. You don't like it, and in another season it will be all out of fashion," said Polly from

"I saw she meant it kindly, so I said I 'd ask. Now between ourselves, Fan, the price of that dress would give

you all you 'll want for your spring fixings, that 's one consideration; then here 's another, which may have

some weight with you," added Polly slyly. "Trix told Belle she was going to ask you for the dress, as you

would n't care to wear it now. That made Belle fire up, and say it was a mean thing to do without offering

some return for a costly thing like that; and then Belle said, in her blunt way, 'I 'll give Fan all she paid for it,

and more, too, if it will be any help to her. I don't care for the dress, but I 'd like to slip a little money into her

pocket, for I know she needs it and is too good to ask dear Mr. Shaw for anything she can get on without.' "

"Did she say that? I 'll give her the dress, and not take a penny for it," cried Fan, flushing up with mingled

"That won't suit her; you let me manage it, and don't feel any shame or anxiety about it. You did many a kind

and generous thing for Belle when you had the power, and you liked to do it; now let her pay her debts, and

"If she looks at it in that way, it makes a difference. Perhaps I 'd better the money would be an immense help

"Kings and queens sell their jewels when times are hard or they get turned off their thrones, and no one thinks

it anything amiss, so why need you? It 's just a little transaction between two friends who exchange things

"If I had lots of things like Fan, I 'd have an auction and get all I could for them. Why don't you?" asked

"We will," said Polly, and mounting a chair, she put up, bid in, and knocked down Fan's entire wardrobe to an

imaginary group of friends, with such droll imitations of each one that the room rang with laughter.

"That 's enough nonsense; now we 'll return to business," said Polly, descending breathless but satisfied with

"These white muslins and pretty silks will keep for years, so I should lay them by till they are needed. It will

save buying, and you can go to your stock any time and make over what you want. That 's the way Mother

does; we 've always had things sent us from richer friends, and whatever was n't proper for us to wear at the

time, Mother put away to be used when we needed it. Such funny bundles as we used to have sometimes, odd

shoes, bonnets without crowns, stockings without heels or toes, and old finery of all sorts. We used to rush

when a bundle came, and sit round while Mother opened it. The boys always made fun of the things, though

they were as grateful, really, as any of us. Will made a verse one day which we thought pretty well for a little

chap: 'To poor country folks Who have n't any clothes, Rich folks, to relieve them, Send old lace gowns and

"I think that Will is going to be as nice a poet as Mr. Shakespeare," remarked Maud in a tone of serious

"He is already a Milton; but I don't believe he will ever be anything but a poet in name," said Polly, working

"No, she thought it was n't the thing for a poor minister's girls to go flourishing about in secondhand finery,

so she did what I 'm doing now, put away what would be useful and proper for us by and by, and let us play

with the shabby, silk bonnets and dirty, flounced gowns. Such fun as we used to have up in our big garret! I

remember one day we 'd been playing have a ball, and were all rigged up, even the boys. Some new

neighbors came to call, and expressed a wish to see us, having been told that we were pattern children.

Mother called us, but we had paraded out into the garden, after our ball, and were having a concert, as we sat

about on the cabbages for green satin seats, so we did n't hear the call, and just as the company was going, a

great noise arrested them on the doorstep, and round the corner of the house rattled Ned in full costume,

wheeling Kitty in a barrow, while Jimmy, Will, and I ran screaming after, looking like Bedlamites; for we

were playing that Lady Fitz Perkins had fainted, and was being borne home senseless in a cab. I thought

mother would kill herself with laughing; and you can imagine what a fine impression the strangers received

Maud was so tickled with this youthful prank that she unguardedly sat down to laugh on the edge of an open

"People in the country have great deal nicer times than we do. I never rode in a wheelbarrow, I never sat on

cabbages, and I don't think it 's fair," she said with an injured expression. "You need n't save any old silk

gowns for me; I don't mean to be a fine lady when I grow up, I 'm going to be a farmer's wife, and make

butter and cheese, and have ten children, and raise pigs," she added in one enthusiastic burst.

"Oh, I 'm going to have Will; I asked him and he said, 'All right.' He 's going to preach Sundays, and work on

the farm the rest of the time. Well, he is, so you need n't laugh, for we 've made all our plans," said Maud

with comical dignity as she tried the effect of an old white bonnet, wondering if farmers' wives could wear

"Blessed innocence! Don't you wish you were a child, and dared tell what you want?" murmured Fanny.

"I wish I had seen Will's face when Maud proposed," answered Polly, with a nod which answered her friend's

"Still at the South; don't think late events have been reported yet; that accounts for absence," answered Polly.

"A famous man who lived in the time of Queen Elizabeth," answered Fan, with a look at Polly.

"Oh!" And Maud seemed satisfied, but the sharp child had her suspicions nevertheless.

"There will be an immense deal of work in all this fixing over and I hate to sew," said Fanny, to divert a

"Jenny and I are going to help. We are your debtors, as well as Belle, and demand the privilege of paying up.

"Mine come home a good deal bigger than they went," answered Fanny, looking pleased that little favors

"The interest on that sort of investment rolls up beautifully, you know. Now rip that dress for Jenny to put in

order, and I 'll toss you up a bonnet in less than no time," said Polly, determined to have things go smoothly,

"I must have something to match my dress, and blue inside," said Fanny, bringing out her ribbon boxes.

"Anything you like, my dear; when it comes to bonnets, I am usually inspired. I have it! There we are! And

nothing could be nicer," cried Polly, making a dive among the silks Fan was turning over with a lost

expression. "This bit of silvergray is all I ask, here 's enough for a killing bonnet, and those forgetmenots

"You wretch, be still!" cried Fanny, as Polly looked up at her with a wicked laugh in her eyes.

"It will be done in time, and the dress likewise, so look your prettiest, and accept my blessing," continued

"Your wedding, dear," sweetly answered Fan, for Polly's pleasant hints and predictions put her in a charming

Maud gave an incredulous sniff, and wondered why "big girls need to be so dreadful mysterious about their

"This silk reminds me of Kitty's performance last summer. A little checked silk was sent in our spring bundle

from Mrs. Davenport, and Mother said Kit might have it if she could make it do. So I washed it nicely, and

we fussed and planned, but it came short by half of one sleeve. I gave it up, but Kit went to work and

matched every scrap that was left so neatly that she got out the half sleeve, put it on the under side, and no

"No, only ten, but that was pretty well for a fourteenyearold dressmaker. You ought to have seen the little

witch laugh in her sleeve when any one admired the dress, for she wore it all summer and looked as pretty as

a pink in it. Such things are great fun when you get used to them; besides, contriving sharpens your wits, and

"I think we 'll get a farm near your house; I should like to know Kitty," said Maud, feeling a curious interest

"The dressparade is over, and I 'm ever so much obliged to you, Polly, for helping me through, and showing

me how to make the best of things. I hope in time to have as many hands as you," said Fan gratefully, when

"I hope you will soon have two good, strong ones beside your own, my dear," answered Polly, as she

I THINK Tom had the hardest time of all, for besides the family troubles, he had many of his own to perplex

and harass him. College scrapes were soon forgotten in greater afflictions; but there were plenty of tongues to

blame "that extravagant dog," and plenty of heads to wag ominously over prophecies of the good time Tom

Shaw would now make on the road to ruin. As reporters flourish in this country, of course Tom soon heard all

the friendly criticisms passed upon him and his career, and he suffered more than anybody guessed; for the

truth that was at the bottom of the gossip filled him with the sharp regret and impotent wrath against himself

as well as others, which drives many a proud fellow, so placed, to destruction, or the effort that redeems

Now that he had lost his heritage, Tom seemed to see for the first time how goodly it had been, how rich in

power, pleasure, and gracious opportunities. He felt its worth even while he acknowledged, with the sense of

justice that is strong in manly men, how little he deserved a gift which he had so misused. He brooded over

this a good deal, for, like the bat in the fable, he did n't seem to find any place in the new life which had

begun for all. Knowing nothing of business, he was not of much use to his father, though he tried to be, and

generally ended by feeling that he was a hindrance, not a help. Domestic affairs were equally out of his line,

and the girls, more frank than their father, did not hesitate to tell him he was in the way when he offered to

lend a hand anywhere. After the first excitement was over, and he had time to think, heart and energy seemed

to die out, remorse got hold of him, and, as generous, thoughtless natures are apt to do when suddenly

confronted with conscience, he exaggerated his faults and follies into sins of the deepest dye, and fancied he

was regarded by others as a villain and an outcast. Pride and penitence made him shrink out of sight as much

as possible, for he could not bear pity, even when silently expressed by a friendly hand or a kindly eye. He

stayed at home a good deal, and loafed about with a melancholy and neglected air, vanished when anyone

came, talked very little, and was either pathetically humble or tragically cross. He wanted to do something,

but nothing seemed to appear; and while he waited to get his poise after the downfall, he was so very

miserable that I 'm afraid, if it had not been for one thing, my poor Tom would have got desperate, and been a

failure. But when he seemed most useless, outcast, and forlorn, he discovered that one person needed him,

one person never found him in the way, one person always welcomed and clung to him with the strongest

affection of a very feeble nature. This dependence of his mother's was Tom's salvation at that crisis of his life;

and the gossips, who said softly to one another over their muffins and tea. "It really would be a relief to that

whole family if poor, dear Mrs. Shaw could be ahem! mercifully removed," did not know that the invalid's

weak, idle hands were unconsciously keeping the son safe in that quiet room, where she gave him all that she

had to give, motherlove, till he took heart again, and faced the world ready to fight his battles manfully.

"Dear, dear! how old and bent poor father does look. I hope he won't forget to order my sweetbread," sighed

Tom, who stood by her, idly spinning the curtain tassel, followed the familiar figure with his eye, and seeing

how gray the hair had grown, how careworn the florid face, and how like a weary old man his once strong,

handsome father walked, he was smitten by a new pang of selfreproach, and with his usual impetuosity set

"I 'll see to your sweetbread, mum. Goodby, back to dinner," and with a hasty kiss, Tom was off.

He did n't know exactly what he meant to do, but it had suddenly come over him, that he was hiding from the

storm, and letting his father meet it alone; for the old man went to his office every day with the regularity of a

machine, that would go its usual round until it stopped, while the young man stayed at home with the women,

"He has a right to be ashamed of me, but I act as if I was ashamed of him; dare say people think so. I 'll show

them that I ain't; yes, by the powers, I will!" and Tom drew on his gloves with the air of a man about to meet

"Have an arm, sir? If you don't mind I 'll walk down with you. Little commission for mother, nice day, is n't

Tom rather broke down at the end of his speech, for the look of pleased surprise with which his father greeted

him, the alacrity with which he accepted and leaned on the strong arm offered him, proved that the daily

walks had been solitary and doubtless sad ones. I think Mr. Shaw understood the real meaning of that little

act of respect, and felt better for the hopeful change it seemed to foretell. But he took it quietly, and leaving

his face to speak for him, merely said, "Thanky, Tom; yes, mother will enjoy her dinner twice as much if you

Then they began to talk business with all their might, as if they feared that some trace of sentiment might

disgrace their masculine dignity. But it made no difference whether they discussed lawsuits or love,

mortgages or mothers, the feeling was all right and they knew it, so Mr. Shaw walked straighter than usual,

and Tom felt that he was in his proper place again. The walk was not without its trials, however; for while it

did Tom's heart good to see the cordial respect paid to his father, it tried his patience sorely to see also

inquisitive or disapproving glances fixed upon himself when hats were lifted to his father, and to hear the

hearty "Good day, Mr. Shaw," drop into a cool or careless, "That 's the son; it 's hard on him. Wild fellow, do

"Granted; but you need n't hit a man when he 's down," muttered Tom to himself, feeling every moment a

stronger desire to do something that should silence everybody. "I 'd cut away to Australia if it was n't for

mother; anything, anywhere to get out of the way of people who know me. I never can right myself here, with

all the fellows watching, and laying wagers whether I sink or swim. Hang Greek and Latin! wish I 'd learned

a trade, and had something to fall back upon. Have n't a blessed thing now, but decent French and my fists.

Wonder if old Bell don't want a clerk for the Paris branch of the business? That would n't be bad; faith, I 'll

And when Tom had landed his father safely at the office, to the great edification of all beholders, he screwed

up his courage, and went to prefer his request, feeling that the prospect brightened a little. But Mr. Bell was

not in a good humor, and only gave Tom a severe lecture on the error of his ways, which sent him home

As he roamed about the house that afternoon, trying to calculate how much an Australian outfit would cost,

the sound of lively voices and clattering spoons attracted him to the kitchen. There he found Polly giving

Maud lessons in cookery; for the "new help" not being a highpriced article, could not be depended on for

desserts, and Mrs. Shaw would have felt as if the wolf was at the door if there was not "a sweet dish" at

dinner. Maud had a genius for cooking, and Fanny hated it, so that little person was in her glory, studying

"Gracious me, Tom, don't come now; we are awful busy! Men don't belong in kitchens," cried Maud, as her

"Could n't think what you were about. Mum is asleep, and Fan out, so I loafed down to see if there was any

fun afoot," said Tom, lingering, as if the prospect was agreeable. He was a social fellow, and very grateful

just then to any one who helped him to forget his worries for a time. Polly knew this, felt that his society

would not be a great affliction to herself at least, and whispering to Maud, "He won't know," she added,

aloud, "Come in if you like, and stir this cake for me; it needs a strong hand, and mine are tired. There, put on

"I used to help grandma bat up cake, and rather liked it, if I remember right," said Tom, letting Polly tie a

checked apron on him, put a big bowl into his hands, and settle him near the table, where Maud was picking

raisins, and she herself stirring busily about among spiceboxes, rollingpins, and butterpots.

"You do it beautifully, Tom. I 'll give you a conundrum to lighten your labor: Why are bad boys like cake?"

"Because a good beating makes them better. I doubt that myself, though," answered Tom, nearly knocking

the bottom of the bowl out with his energetic demonstrations, for it really was a relief to do something.

"Bright boy! here 's a plum for you," and Polly threw a plump raisin into his mouth.

"Put in lots, won't you? I 'm rather fond of plumcake," observed Tom, likening himself to Hercules with the

"I always do, if I can; there 's nothing I like better than to shovel in sugar and spice, and make nice, plummy

"You 've hit it this time, Polly; you certainly have a gift for putting a good deal of both articles into your own

and other people's lives, which is lucky, as, we all have to eat that sort of cake, whether we like it or not,"

observed Tom, so soberly that Polly opened her eyes, and Maud exclaimed, "I do believe he 's preaching."

"Feel as if I could sometimes," continued Tom; then his eye fell upon the dimples in Polly's elbows, and he

added, with a laugh, "That 's more in your line, ma'am; can't you give us a sermon?"

"A short one. Life, my brethren, is like plumcake," began Polly, impressively folding her floury hands. "In

some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we suddenly find they are gone. In others the

plums sink to the bottom, and we look for them in vain as we go on, and often come to them when it is too

late to enjoy them. But in the wellmade cake, the plums are wisely scattered all through, and every mouthful

is a pleasure. We make our own cakes, in a great measure, therefore let us look to it, my brethren, that they

are mixed according to the best receipt, baked in a well regulated oven, and gratefully eaten with a temperate

"Good! good!" cried Tom, applauding with the wooden spoon. "That 's a model sermon, Polly, short, sweet,

sensible, and not a bit sleepy. I 'm one of your parish, and will see that you get your 'celery punctooal,' as old

" 'Thank you, brother, my wants is few, and ravens scurser than they used to be,' as dear old Parson Miller

used to answer. Now, Maud, bring on the citron;" and Polly began to put the cake together in what seemed a

most careless and chaotic manner, while Tom and Maud watched with absorbing interest till it was safely in

"Now make your custards, dear; Tom may like to beat the eggs for you; it seems to have a good effect upon

"Firstrate; hand 'em along," and Tom smoothed his apron with a cheerful air. "By the way, Syd's got back. I

met him yesterday, and he treated me like a man and a brother," he added, as if anxious to contribute to the

"I 'm so glad!" cried Polly, clapping her hands, regardless of the egg she held, which dropped and smashed on

the floor at her feet. "Careless thing! Pick it up, Maud, I 'll get some more;" and Polly whisked out of the

room, glad of an excuse to run and tell Fan, who had just come in, lest, hearing the news in public, she might

be startled out of the wellbred composure with which young ladies are expected to receive tidings, even of

"I just want to know if there really was a man named Sir Philip, in the time of Queen Elizabeth."

"You mean Sir Philip Sidney? Yes, he lived then and a fine old fellow he was too."

"There; I knew the girls did n't mean him," cried Maud, with a chop that sent the citron flying.

"I shan't tell you what they said, because I don't remember much of it; but I heard Polly and Fan talking about

some one dreadful mysterious, and when I asked who it was, Fan said,'Sir Philip.' Ho! she need n't think I

believe it! I saw 'em laugh, and blush, and poke one another, and I knew it was n't about any old Queen

Elizabeth man," cried Maud, turning up her nose as far as that somewhat limited feature would go.

"Look here, you are letting cats out of the bag. Never mind, I thought so. They don't tell us their secrets, but

we are so sharp, we can't help finding them out, can we?" said Tom, looking so much interested, that Maud

"Well, I dare say, it is n't proper for you to know, but I am old enough now to be told anything, and those

girls better mind what they say, for I 'm not a stupid chit, like Blanche. I just wish you could have heard them

go on. I 'm sure there 's something very nice about Mr. Sydney, they looked so pleased when they whispered

and giggled on the bed, and thought I was ripping bonnets, and did n't hear a word."

"Which looked most pleased?" asked Tom, investigating the kitchen boiler with deep interest.

"Well, 'pears to me Polly did; she talked most, and looked funny and very happy all the time. Fan laughed a

good deal, but I guess Polly is the loveress," replied Maud, after a moment's reflection.

"Hold your tongue; she 's coming!" and Tom began to pump as if the house was on fire.

Down came Polly, with heightened color, bright eyes, and not a single egg. Tom took a quick look at her over

his shoulder, and paused as if the fire was suddenly extinguished. Something in his face made Polly feel a

little guilty, so she fell to grating nutmeg, with a vigor which made red cheeks the most natural thing in life.

Maud, the traitor, sat demurely at work, looking very like what Tom had called her, a magpie with mischief

in its head. Polly felt a change in the atmosphere, but merely thought Tom was tired, so she graciously

dismissed him with a stick of cinnamon, as she had nothing else just then to lay upon the shrine. "Fan's got

the books and maps you wanted. Go and rest now. I 'm much obliged; here 's your wages, Bridget."

"Good luck to your messes," answered Tom, as he walked away meditatively crunching his cinnamon, and

looking as if he did not find it as spicy as usual. He got his books, but did not read them; for, shutting himself

When he came down to breakfast the next morning, he was greeted with a general "Happy birthday, Tom!"

and at his place lay gifts from every member of the family; not as costly as formerly, perhaps, but infinitely

dearer, as tokens of the love that had outlived the change, and only grown the warmer for the test of

misfortune. In his present state of mind, Tom felt as if he did not deserve a blessed thing; so when every one

exerted themselves to make it a happy day for him, he understood what it means "to be nearly killed with

kindness," and sternly resolved to be an honor to his family, or perish in the attempt. Evening brought Polly

to what she called a "festive tea," and when they gathered round the table, another gift appeared, which,

though not of a sentimental nature, touched Tom more than all the rest. It was a most delectable cake, with a

nosegay atop, and round it on the snowy frosting there ran a pink inscription, just as it had been every year

"Name, age, and date, like a nice white tombstone," observed Maud, complacently, at which funereal remark,

Mrs. Shaw, who was down in honor of the day, dropped her napkin, and demanded her salts.

"Whose doing is that?" asked Tom, surveying the gift with satisfaction; for it recalled the happier birthdays,

"I did n't know what to give you, for you 've got everything a man wants, and I was in despair till I

remembered that dear grandma always made you a little cake like that, and that you once said it would n't be

a happy birthday without it. So I tried to make it just like hers, and I do hope it will prove a good, sweet,

"Thank you," was all Tom said, as he smiled at the giver, but Polly knew that her present had pleased him

"It ought to be good, for you beat it up yourself, Tom," cried, Maud. "It was so funny to see you working

away, and never guessing who the cake was for. I perfectly trembled every time you opened your mouth, for

fear you 'd ask some question about it. That was the reason Polly preached and I kept talking when she was

"Very stupid of me; but I forgot all about today. Suppose we cut it; I don't seem to care for anything else,"

said Tom, feeling no appetite, but bound to do justice to that cake, if he fell a victim to his gratitude.

"I hope the plums won't all be at the bottom," said Polly, as she rose to do the honors of the cake, by universal

"I 've had a good many at the top already, you know," answered Tom, watching the operation with as much

Cutting carefully, slice after slice fell apart; each firm and dark, spicy and rich, under the frosty rime above;

and laying a specially large piece in one of grandma's quaint little china plates, Polly added the flowers and

handed it to Tom, with a look that said a good deal, for, seeing that he remembered her sermon, she was glad

to find that her allegory held good, in one sense at least. Tom's face brightened as he took it, and after an

inspection which amused the others very much he looked up, saying, with an air of relief, "Plums all through;

I 'm glad I had a hand in it, but Polly deserves the credit, and must wear the posy," and turning to her, he put

the rose into her hair with more gallantry than taste, for a thorn pricked her head, the leaves tickled her ear,

Fanny laughed at his want of skill, but Polly would n't have it altered, and everybody fell to eating cake, as if

indigestion was one of the lost arts. They had a lively tea, and were getting on famously afterward, when two

letters were brought for Tom, who glanced at one, and retired rather precipitately to his den, leaving Maud

consumed with curiosity, and the older girls slightly excited, for Fan thought she recognized the handwriting

One half an hour and then another elapsed, and Tom did not return. Mr. Shaw went out, Mrs. Shaw retired to

her room escorted by Maud, and the two girls sat together wondering if anything dreadful had happened. All

of a sudden a voice called, "Polly!" and that young lady started out of her chair, as if the sound had been a

"He don't want me; besides, I could n't say a word for myself if that letter was from Sydney," cried Fanny,

Polly went without another word, but she wore a curiously anxious look, and stopped on the threshold of the

den, as if a little afraid of its occupant. Tom was sitting in his favorite attitude, astride of a chair, with his

arms folded and his chin on the top rail; not an elegant posture, but the only one in which, he said, he could

"Yes. Come in, please, and don't look scared; I only want to show you a present I 've had, and ask your

"Why, Tom, you look as if you had been knocked down!" exclaimed Polly, forgetting all about herself, as she

"I have; regularly floored; but I 'm up again, and steadier than ever. Just you read that, and tell me what you

Tom snatched a letter off the table, put it into her hands, and began to walk up and down the little room, like

a veritable bear in its cage. As Polly read that short note, all the color went out of her face, and her eyes

began to kindle. When she came to the end, she stood a minute, as if too indignant to speak, then gave the

paper a nervous sort of crumple and dropped it on the floor, saying, all in one breath, "I think she is a

"Oh, the deuce! I did n't mean to show that one; it 's the other." And Tom took up a second paper, looking

half angry, half ashamed at his own mistake. "I don't care, though; every one will know tomorrow; and

perhaps you 'll be good enough to keep the girls from bothering me with questions and gabble," he added, as

if, on second thoughts, he was relieved to have the communication made to Polly first.

"I don't wonder you looked upset. If the other letter is as bad, I 'd better have a chair before I read it," said

"It 's a million times better, but it knocked me worse than the other; kindness always does." Tom stopped

short there, and stood a minute turning the letter about in his hand as if it contained a sweet which neutralized

the bitter in that smaller note, and touched him very much. Then he drew up an armchair, and beckoning

Polly to take it, said in a sober, steady tone, that surprised her greatly, "Whenever I was in a quandary, I used

to go and consult grandma, and she always had something sensible or comfortable to say to me. She 's gone

now, but somehow, Polly, you seem to take her place. Would you mind sitting in her chair, and letting me tell

Mind it? Polly felt that Tom had paid her the highest and most beautiful compliment he could have devised.

She had often longed to do it, for, being brought up in the most affectionate and frank relations with her

brothers, she had early learned what it takes most women some time to discover, that sex does not make

nearly as much difference in hearts and souls as we fancy. Joy and sorrow, love and fear, life and death bring

so many of the same needs to all, that the wonder is we do not understand each other better, but wait till times

of tribulation teach us that human nature is very much the same in men and women. Thanks to this

knowledge, Polly understood Tom in a way that surprised and won him. She knew that he wanted womanly

sympathy, and that she could give it to him, because she was not afraid to stretch her hand across the barrier

which our artificial education puts between boys and girls, and to say to him in all good faith, "If I can help

Ten minutes sooner Polly could have done this almost as easily to Tom as to Will, but in that ten minutes

something had happened which made this difficult. Reading that Trix had given Tom back his freedom

changed many things to Polly, and caused her to shrink from his confidence, because she felt as if it would be

harder now to keep self out of sight; for, spite of maiden modesty, love and hope would wake and sing at the

good news. Slowly she sat down, and hesitatingly she said, with her eyes on the ground, and a very humble

voice, "I 'll do my best, but I can't fill grandma's place, or give you any wise, good advice. I wish I could!"

"You 'll do it better than any one else. Talk troubles mother, father has enough to think of without any of my

worries. Fan is a good soul, but she is n't practical, and we always get into a snarl if we try to work together,

so who have I but my other sister, Polly? The pleasure that letter will give you may make up for my boring

As he spoke, Tom laid the other paper in her lap, and went off to the window, as if to leave her free to enjoy

it unseen; but he could not help a glance now and then, and as Polly's face brightened, his own fell.

"Oh, Tom, that 's a birthday present worth having, for it 's so beautifully given I don't see how you can refuse

it. Arthur Sydney is a real nobleman!" cried Polly, looking up at last, with her fact glowing, and her eyes full

"So he is! I don't know another man living, except father, who would have done such a thing, or who I could

bring myself to take it from. Do you see, he 's not only paid the confounded debts, but has done it in my

"I see, it 's like him; and I think he must be very happy to be able to do such a thing."

"It is an immense weight off my shoulders, for some of those men could n't afford to wait till I 'd begged,

borrowed, or earned the money. Sydney can wait, but he won't long, if I know myself." "You won't take it as

"Then don't think I will. I 'm a pretty poor affair, Polly, but I 'm not mean enough to do that, while I 've got a

A rough speech, but it pleased Polly better than the smoothest Tom had ever made in her hearing, for

something in his face and voice told her that the friendly act had roused a nobler sentiment than gratitude,

"I 'll tell you; may I sit here?" And Tom took the low footstool that always stood near grandma's old chair. "I

've had so many plans in my head lately, that sometimes it seems as if it would split," continued the poor

fellow, rubbing his tired forehead, as if to polish up his wits. "I 've thought seriously of going to California,

"Oh, no!" cried Polly, putting out her hand as it to keep him, and then snatching it back again before he could

"It would be hard on mother and the girls, I suppose; besides, I don't quite like it myself; looks as if I shirked

"Well, you see I don't seem to find anything to do unless I turn clerk, and I don't think that would suit. The

fact is, I could n't stand it here, where I 'm known. It would be easier to scratch gravel on a railroad, with a

gang of Paddies, than to sell pins to my friends and neighbors. False pride, I dare say, but it 's the truth, and

"That 's comfortable. Now I 'm coming to the point where I specially want your advice, Polly. Yesterday I

heard you telling Fan about your brother Ned; how well he got on; how he liked his business, and wanted

Will to come and take some place near him. You thought I was reading, but I heard; and it struck me that

"If you really mean work, I know you could," answered Polly, quickly, as all sorts of plans and projects went

sweeping through her mind. "I wish you could be with Ned; you 'd get on together, I 'm sure; and he 'd be so

glad to do anything he could. I 'll write and ask, straight away, if you want me to."

"Suppose you do; just for information, you know, then I shall have something to go upon. I want to have a

feasible plan all ready, before I speak to father. There 's nothing so convincing to business men as facts, you

Polly could not help smiling at Tom's new tone, it seemed so strange to hear him talking about anything but

horses and tailors, dancing and girls. She liked it, however, as much as she did the sober expression of his

face, and the way he had lately of swinging his arms about, as if he wanted to do something energetic with

"Pretty sure be will. Yesterday, when I told him I must go at something right off, he said, 'Anything honest,

Tom, and don't forget that your father began the world as a shopboy.' You knew that, did n't you?"

"Yes, he told me the story once, and I always liked to hear it, because it was pleasant to see how well he had

"I never did like the story, a little bit ashamed, I 'm afraid; but when we talked it over last night, it struck me

in a new light, and I understood why father took the failure so well, and seems so contented with this poorish

place. It is only beginning again, he says; and having worked his way up once, he feels as if he could again. I

declare to you, Polly, that sort of confidence in himself, and energy and courage in a man of his years, makes

"I 'm so glad to hear you say that, Tom! I 've sometimes thought you did n't quite appreciate your father, any

"Never was till today, you know," said Tom, laughing, yet looking as if he felt the dignity of his one and

twenty years. "Odd, is n't it, how people live together ever so long, and don't seem to find one another out, till

something comes to do it for them. Perhaps this smashup was sent to introduce me to my own father."

"There 's philosophy for you," said Polly, smiling, even while she felt as if adversity was going to do more for

They both sat quiet for a minute, Polly in the big chair looking at him with a new respect in her eyes, Tom on

the stool near by slowly tearing up a folded paper he had absently taken from the floor while he talked.

"Did this surprise you?" he asked, as a little white shower fluttered from his hands.

"Well, it did me; for you know as soon as we came to grief I offered to release Trix from the engagement, and

she would n't let me," continued Tom, as if, having begun the subject, he wished to explain it thoroughly.

"So it did me, for Fan always insisted it was the money and not the man she cared for. Her first answer

pleased me very much, for I did not expect it, and nothing touches a fellow more than to have a woman stand

"Fan was right. Trix only waited to see how bad things really were, or rather her mother did. She 's as cool,

hard, and worldly minded an old soul as I ever saw, and Trix is bound to obey. She gets round it very neatly

in her note, 'I won't be a burden,' 'will sacrifice her hopes,' 'and always remain my warm friend,' but the truth

is, Tom Shaw rich was worth making much of, but Tom Shaw poor is in the way, and may go to the devil as

"Well, he is n't going!" cried Polly, defiantly, for her wrath burned hotly against Trix, though she blessed her

"Came within an ace of it," muttered Tom to himself; adding aloud, in a tone of calm resignation that assured

Polly his heart would not be broken though his engagement was, "It never rains but it pours, 'specially in hard

times, but when a man is down, a rap or two more don't matter much, I suppose. It 's the first blow that hurts

"Glad to see you take the last blow so well." There was an ironical little twang to that speech, and Polly could

n't help it. Tom colored up and looked hurt for a minute, then seemed to right himself with a shrug, and said,

in his outspoken way, "To tell the honest truth, Polly, it was not a very hard one. I 've had a feeling for some

time that Trix and I were not suited to one another, and it might be wiser to stop short. But she did not or

would not see it; and I was not going to back out, and leave her to wear any more willows, so here we are. I

don't bear malice, but hope she 'll do better, and not be disappointed again, upon my word I do."

"That 's very good of you, quite Sydneyesque, and noble," said Polly, feeling rather ill at ease, and wishing

she could hide herself behind a cap and spectacles, if she was to play Grandma to this confiding youth.

"It will be all plain sailing for Syd, I fancy," observed Tom, getting up as if the little cricket suddenly ceased

"He deserves the very best of everything, and I pray the Lord he may get it," added Tom, poking the fire in a

Polly made no answer, fearing to pay too much, for she knew Fan had made no confidant of Tom, and she

guarded her friend's secret as jealously as her own. "You 'll write to Ned tomorrow, will you? I 'll take

anything he 's got, for I want to be off," said Tom, casting down the poker, and turning round with a resolute

air which was lost on Polly, who sat twirling the rose that had fallen into her lap.

"I 'll write tonight. Would you like me to tell the girls about Trix and Sydney?" she asked as she rose,

"I wish you would. I don't know how to thank you for all you 've done for me; I wish to heaven I did," said

Tom, holding out his hand with a look that Polly thought a great deal too grateful for the little she had done.

As she gave him her hand, and looked up at him with those confiding eyes of hers, Tom's gratitude seemed to

fly to his head, for, without the slightest warning, he stooped down and kissed her, a proceeding which

startled Polly so that he recovered himself at once, and retreated into his den with the incoherent apology, "I

While Polly took refuge up stairs, forgetting all about Fan, as she sat in the dark with her face hidden,

wondering why she was n't very angry, and resolving never again to indulge in the delightful but dangerous

POLLY wrote enthusiastically, Ned answered satisfactorily, and after much corresponding, talking, and

planning, it was decided that Tom should go West. Never mind what the business was; it suffices to say that

it was a good beginning for a young man like Tom, who, having been born and bred in the most conservative

class of the most conceited city in New England, needed just the healthy, hearty, social influences of the West

Of course there was much lamentation among the women, but every one felt it was the best thing for him; so

while they sighed they sewed, packed visions of a brilliant future away with his new pocket handkerchiefs,

and rejoiced that the way was open before him even in the act of bedewing his boots with tears. Sydney stood

by him to the last, "like a man and a brother" (which expression of Tom's gave Fanny infinite satisfaction),

and Will felt entirely consoled for Ned's disappointment at his refusal to go and join him, since Tom was to

Fortunately every one was so busy with the necessary preparations that there was no time for romance of any

sort, and the four young people worked together as soberly and sensibly as if all sorts of emotions were not

bottled up in their respective hearts. But in spite of the silence, the work, and the hurry, I think they came to

know one another better in that busy little space of time than in all the years that had gone before, for the best

and bravest in each was up and stirring, and the small house was as full of the magnetism of love and

friendship, selfsacrifice and enthusiasm, as the world outside was full of spring sunshine and enchantment.

Pity that the end should come so soon, but the hour did its work and went its way, leaving a clearer

atmosphere behind, though the young folks did not see it then, for their eyes were dim because of the partings

Tom was off to the West; Polly went home for the summer; Maud was taken to the seaside with Belle; and

Fanny left alone to wrestle with housekeeping, "help," and heartache. If it had not been for two things, I fear

she never would have stood a summer in town, but Sydney often called, till his vacation came, and a

voluminous correspondence with Polly beguiled the long days. Tom wrote once a week to his mother, but the

letters were short and not very satisfactory, for men never do tell the interesting little things that women best

like to hear. Fanny forwarded her bits of news to Polly. Polly sent back all the extracts from Ned's letters

concerning Tom, and by putting the two reports together, they gained the comfortable assurance that Tom

was well, in good spirits, hard at work, and intent on coming out strong in spite of all obstacles.

Polly had a quiet summer at home, resting and getting ready in mind and body for another winter's work, for

in the autumn she tried her plan again, to the satisfaction of her pupils and the great joy of her friends. She

never said much of herself in her letters, and Fanny's first exclamation when they met again, was an anxious

"No, I 'm only tired, had a good deal to do lately, and the dull weather makes me just a trifle blue. I shall soon

brighten up when I get to my work again," answered Polly, bustling about to put away her things.

"You don't look a bit natural. What have you been doing to your precious little self?" persisted Fanny,

Polly did not look sick, though her cheeks were thinner and her color paler than formerly, but she seemed

"I 'm all right enough, as you 'll see when I 'm in order. I 'm proper glad to find you looking so well and

happy. Does all go smoothly, Fan?" asked Polly, beginning to brush her hair industriously.

"Answer me one question first," said Fanny, looking as if a sudden fear had come over her. "Tell me, truly,

"Never!" cried Polly, throwing back the brown veil behind which she had half hidden her face at first.

"On my honor, as anything you please. Why do you suspect me of it?" demanded Polly, almost angrily.

"Because something is wrong with you. It 's no use to deny it, for you 've got the look I used to see in that

very glass on my own face when I thought he cared for you. Forgive me, Polly, but I can't help saying it, for

Fanny's face was full of agitation, and she spoke fast and frankly, for she was trying to be generous and found

it very hard. Polly understood now and put her fear at rest by saying almost passionately, "I tell you I don't

love him! If he was the only man in the world, I would n't marry him, because I don't want to."

The last three words were added in a different tone, for Polly had checked herself there with a

"Then if it 's not him, it 's some one else. You 've got a secret, Polly, and I should think you might tell it, as

you know mine," said Fanny, unable to rest till everything was told, for Polly's manner troubled her.

There was no answer to her question, but she was satisfied and putting her arm round her friend, she said, in

"He ought to be if you love him. I hope he is n't bad?" cried Fan, anxiously, still holding Polly, who kept her

"No. Now don't say another word, I can't bear it!" and Polly drew herself away, as she spoke in a desperate

"I won't, but now I 'm not afraid to tell you that I think, I hope, I do believe that Sydney cares a little for me.

He 's been very kind to us all, and lately he has seemed to like to see me always when he comes and miss me

if I 'm gone. I did n't dare to hope anything, till Papa observed something in his manner, and teased me about

it. I try not to deceive myself, but it does seem as if there was a chance of happiness for me."

"Thank heaven for that!" cried Polly, with the heartiest satisfaction in her voice. "Now come and tell me all

about it," she added, sitting down on the couch with the air of one who has escaped a great peril.

"I 've got some notes and things I want to ask your opinion about, if they really mean anything, you know,"

said Fanny, getting out a bundle of papers from the inmost recesses of her desk. "There 's a photograph of

Tom, came in his last letter. Good, is n't it? He looks older, but that 's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose.

Dear old fellow, he is doing so well I really begin to feel quite proud of him."

Fan tossed her the photograph, and went on rummaging for a certain note. She did not see Polly catch up the

picture and look at it with hungry eyes, but she did hear something in the low tone in which Polly said, "It

don't do him justice," and glancing over her shoulder, Fan's quick eye caught a glimpse of the truth, though

Polly was half turned away from her. Without stopping to think, Fan dropped her letters, took Polly by the

Poor Polly was so taken by surprise, that she had not a word to say. None were needed; her telltale face

answered for her, as well as the impulse which made her hide her head in the sofa cushion, like a foolish

"Oh, Polly, I am so glad! I never thought of it you are so good, and he 's such a wild boy, I can't believe it but

"Could n't help it tried not to but it was so hard you know, Fan, you know," said a stifled voice from the

The last words, and the appealing hand outstretched to her, told Fanny the secret of her friend's tender

sympathy for her own love troubles, and seemed so pathetic, that she took Polly in her arms, and cried over

her, in the fond, foolish way girls have of doing when their hearts are full, and tears can say more than

tongues. The silence never lasts long, however, for the feminine desire to "talk it over" usually gets the better

of the deepest emotion. So presently the girls were hard at it, Polly very humble and downcast, Fanny excited

"What do you mean? Is she the Western girl? She shan't have Tom; I 'll kill her first!"

Fanny reconnoitered, and returning, listened breathlessly, while Polly poured into her ear the bitter secret

"Once or twice, but sort of jokingly, and I thought it was only some little flirtation. He can't have time for

"Ned writes good, gossipy letters I taught him how and he tells me all that 's going on. When he 'd spoken of

this girl several times (they board with her mother, you know), I asked about her, quite carelessly, and he told

me she was pretty, good, and well educated, and he thought Tom was rather smitten. That was a blow, for

you see, Fan, since Trix broke the engagement, and it was n't wrong to think of Tom, I let myself hope, just a

little, and was so happy! Now I must give it up, and now I see how much I hoped, and what a dreadful loss it

Two great tears rolled down Polly's cheeks, and Fanny wiped them away, feeling an intense desire to go West

by the next train, wither Maria Bailey with a single look, and bring Tom back as a gift to Polly.

"It was so stupid of me not to guess before. But you see Tom always seems so like a boy, and you are more

womanly for your age than any girl I know, so I never thought of your caring for him in that way. I knew you

were very good to him, you are to every one, my precious; and I knew that he was fond of you as he is of me,

fonder if anything, because he thinks you are perfect; but still I never dreamed of his loving you as more than

Polly clutched Fan at that, and held her tight, saying sternly, "If you ever breathe a word, drop a hint, look a

look that will tell him or any one else about me, I 'll yes, as sure as my name is Mary Milton I 'll proclaim

from the housetops that you like Ar " Polly got no further, for Fan's hand was on her mouth, and Fan's

alarmed voice vehemently protested, "I won't! I promise solemnly I 'll never say a word to a mortal creature.

"It 's bad enough to love some one who don't love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes

me wild just to think of it. Oh, Fan, I 'm getting so illtempered and envious and wicked, I don't know what

"I 'm not afraid for you, my dear, and I do believe things will go right, because you are so good to every one.

How Tom could help adoring you I don't see. I know he would if he had stayed at home longer after he got

rid of Trix. It would be the making of him; but though he is my brother, I don't think he 's good enough for

you, Polly, and I don't quite see how you can care for him so much, when you might have had a person so

"I don't want a 'superior' person; he 'd tire me if he was like A. S. Besides, I do think Tom is superior to him

in many things. Well, you need n't stare; I know he is, or will be. He 's so different, and very young, and has

lots of faults, I know, but I like him all the better for it, and he 's honest and brave, and has got a big, warm

heart, and I 'd rather have him care for me than the wisest, best, most accomplished man in the world, simply

If Tom could only have seen Polly's face when she said that! It was so tender, earnest, and defiant, that Fanny

forgot the defence of her own lover in admiration of Polly's loyalty to hers; for this faithful, all absorbing love

was a new revelation to Fanny, who was used to hearing her friends boast of two or three lovers a year, and

calculate their respective values, with almost as much coolness as the young men discussed the fortunes of

the girls they wished for, but "could not afford to marry." She had thought her love for Sydney very romantic,

because she did not really care whether he was rich or poor, though she never dared to say so, even to Polly,

for fear of being laughed at. She began to see now what true love was, and to feel that the sentiment which

she could not conquer was a treasure to be accepted with reverence, and cherished with devotion.

"I don't know when I began to love Tom, but I found out that I did last winter, and was as much surprised as

you are," continued Polly, as if glad to unburden her heart. "I did n't approve of him at all. I thought he was

extravagant, reckless, and dandified. I was very much disappointed when he chose Trix, and the more I

thought and saw of it, the worse I felt, for Tom was too good for her, and I hated to see her do so little for

him, when she might have done so much; because he is one of the men who can be led by their affections,

"That 's true!" cried Fan, as Polly paused to look at the picture, which appeared to regard her with a grave,

"I don't mean that he 's weak or bad. If he was, I should hate him; but he does need some one to love him very

much, and make him happy, as a good woman best knows how," said Polly, as if answering the mute

"I hope Maria Bailey is all he thinks her," she added, softly, "for I could n't bear to have him disappointed

"I dare say he don't care a fig for her, and you are only borrowing trouble. What do you say Ned answered

when you asked about this inconvenient girl?" said Fanny turning hopeful all at once.

Polly repeated it, and added, "I asked him in another letter if he did n't admire Miss B. as much as Tom, and

he wrote back that she was 'a nice girl,' but he had no time for nonsense, and I need n't get my white kids

ready for some years yet, unless to dance at Tom's wedding. Since then he has n't mentioned Maria, so I was

sure there was something serious going on, and being in Tom's confidence, he kept quiet."

"It does look bad. Suppose I say a word to Tom, just inquire after his heart in a general way, you know, and

give him a chance to tell me, if there is anything to tell." "I 'm willing, but you must let me see the letter. I

"You shall. I 'll keep my promise in spite of everything, but it will be hard to see things going wrong when a

"You know what will happen if you do," and Polly looked so threatening that Fan trembled before her,

discovering that the gentlest girls when roused are more impressive than any shrew; for even turtle doves

"Bear it; People always do bear things, somehow," answered Polly, looking as if sentence had been passed

"Then I shall wait." And Polly's face changed so beautifully that Fan hugged her on the spot, fervently

Then the conversation turned to lover number two, and after a long confabulation, Polly gave it as her firm

belief that A. S. had forgotten M. M., and was rapidly finding consolation in the regard of F. S. With this

satisfactory decision the council ended after the ratification of a Loyal League, by which the friends pledged

themselves to stand staunchly by one another, through the trials of the coming year.

It was a very different winter from the last for both the girls. Fanny applied herself to her duties with

redoubled ardor, for "A. S." was a domestic man, and admired housewifely accomplishments. If Fanny

wanted to show him what she could do toward making a pleasant home, she certainly succeeded better than

she suspected, for in spite of many failures and discouragements behind the scenes, the little house became a

most attractive place, to Mr. Sydney at least, for he was more the housefriend than ever, and seemed

Fanny had been afraid that Polly's return might endanger her hopes, but Sydney met Polly with the old

friendliness, and very soon convinced her that the nipping in the bud process had been effectual, for being

taken early, the sprouting affection had died easy, and left room for an older friendship to blossom into a

Fanny seemed glad of this, and Polly soon set her heart at rest by proving that she had no wish to try her

power. She kept much at home when the day's work was done, finding it pleasanter to sit dreaming over book

"Fan don't need me, and Sydney don't care whether I come or not, so I 'll keep out of the way," she would

Polly was not at all like herself that winter, and those nearest to her saw and wondered at it most. Will got

very anxious, she was so quiet, pale and spiritless, and distracted poor Polly by his affectionate stupidity, till

she completed his bewilderment by getting cross and scolding him. So he consoled himself with Maud, who,

now being in her teens, assumed dignified airs, and ordered him about in a style that afforded him continued

Western news continued vague, for Fan's general inquiries produced only provokingly unsatisfactory replies

from Tom, who sang the praises of "the beautiful Miss Bailey," and professed to be consumed by a hopeless

passion for somebody, in such halfcomic, halftragic terms, that the girls could not decide whether it was

"We 'll have it out of him when he comes home in the spring," said Fanny to Polly, as they compared the

letters of their brothers, and agreed that "men were the most uncommunicative and provoking animals under

the sun." For Ned was so absorbed in business that he ignored the whole Bailey question and left them in

Hunger of any sort is a hard thing to bear, especially when the sufferer has a youthful appetite, and Polly was

kept on such a short allowance of happiness for six months, that she got quite thin and interesting; and often,

when she saw how big her eyes were getting, and how plainly the veins on her temples showed, indulged the

pensive thought that perhaps spring dandelions might blossom o'er her grave. She had no intention of dying

till Tom's visit was over, however, and as the time drew near, she went through such alternations of hope and

fear, and lived in such a state of feverish excitement, that spirits and color came back, and she saw that the

May came at last, and with it a burst of sunshine which cheered even poor Polly's muchenduring heart.

Fanny came walking in upon her one day, looking as if she brought tidings of such great joy that she hardly

"Prepare yourself somebody is engaged!" she said, in a solemn tone, that made Polly put up her hand as if to

ward off an expected blow. "No, don't look like that, my poor dear; it is n't Tom, it 's I!"

Of course there was a rapture, followed by one of the deliciously confidential talks which bosom friends

"Oh, Polly, though I 've waited and hoped so long I could n't believe it when it came, and don't deserve it; but

I will! for the knowledge that he loves me seems to make everything possible," said Fanny, with an

"You happy girl!" sighed Polly, then smiled and added, "I think you deserve all that 's come to you, for you

have truly tried to be worthy of it, and whether it ever came or not that would have been a thing to be proud

"He says that is what made him love me," answered Fanny, never calling her lover by his name, but making

the little personal pronoun a very sweet word by the tone in which she uttered it. "He was disappointed in me

last year, he told me, but you said good things about me and though he did n't care much then, yet when he

lost you, and came back to me, he found that you were not altogether mistaken, and he has watched me all

this winter, learning to respect and love me better every day. Oh, Polly, when he said that, I could n't bear it,

"We don't think so; and I know you 'll be all he hopes to find you, for he 's just the husband you ought to

"Thank you all the more, then, for not keeping him yourself," said Fanny, laughing the old blithe laugh again.

"That was only a slight aberration of his; he knew better all the time. It was your white cloak and my idiotic

behavior the night we went to the opera that put the idea into his head," said Polly, feeling as if the events of

that evening had happened some twenty years ago, when she was a giddy young thing, fond of gay bonnets

"I 'm not going to tell Tom a word about it, but keep it for a surprise till he comes. He will be here next week,

and then we 'll have a grand clearing up of mysteries," said Fan, evidently feeling that the millennium was at

"Perhaps," said Polly, as her heart fluttered and then sunk, for this was a case where she could do nothing but

There is a good deal more of this sort of silent suffering than the world suspects, for the "women who dare"

are few, the women who "stand and wait" are many. But if workbaskets were gifted with powers of speech,

they could tell stories more true and tender than any we read. For women often sew the tragedy or comedy of

life into their work as they sit apparently safe and serene at home, yet are thinking deeply, living whole

hearthistories, and praying fervent prayers while they embroider pretty trifles or do the weekly mending.

WOULD be the most appropriate motto for this chapter, because, intimidated by the threats, denunciations,

and complaints showered upon me in consequence of taking the liberty to end a certain story as I liked, I now

yield to the amiable desire of giving satisfaction, and, at the risk of outraging all the unities, intend to pair off

Occasionally a matrimonial epidemic appears, especially toward spring, devastating society, thinning the

ranks of bachelordom, and leaving mothers lamenting for their fairest daughters. That spring the disease

broke out with great violence in the Shaw circle, causing paternal heads much bewilderment, as one case after

another appeared with alarming rapidity. Fanny, as we have seen, was stricken first, and hardly had she been

carried safely through the crisis, when Tom returned to swell the list of victims. As Fanny was out a good

deal with her Arthur, who was sure that exercise was necessary for the convalescent, Polly went every day to

see Mrs. Shaw, who found herself lonely, though much better than usual, for the engagement had a finer

effect upon her constitution than any tonic she ever tried. Some three days after Fan's joyful call Polly was

startled on entering the Shaws' door, by Maud, who came tumbling down stairs, sending an avalanche of

words before her, "He 's come before he said he should to surprise us! He 's up in mamma's room, and was

just saying, 'How 's Polly?' when I heard you come, in your creepmouse way, and you must go right up. He

looks so funny with whiskers, but he 's ever so nice, real big and brown, and he swung me right up when he

And pouncing upon Polly, Maud dragged her away like a captured ship towed by a noisy little steamtug.

"The sooner it 's over the better for me," was the only thought Polly had time for before she plunged into the

room above, propelled by Maud, who cried triumphantly, "There he is! Ain't he splendid?"

For a minute, everything danced before Polly's eyes, as a hand shook hers warmly, and a gruffish voice said

heartily, "How are you, Polly?" Then she slipped into a chair beside Mrs. Shaw, hoping that her reply had

Things got steady again directly, and while Maud expatiated on the great surprise, Polly ventured to look at

Tom, feeling glad that her back was toward the light, and his was not. It was not a large room, and Tom

seemed to fill it entirely; not that he had grown so very much, except broader in the shoulders, but there was a

brisk, genial, freeandeasy air about him, suggestive of a stirring, outofdoor life, with people who kept

their eyes wide open, and were not very particular what they did with their arms and legs. The

roughandready travelling suit, stout boots, brown face, and manly beard, changed him so much, that Polly

could find scarcely a trace of elegant Tom Shaw in the heartylooking young man who stood with one foot

on a chair, while he talked business to his father in a sensible way, which delighted the old gentleman. Polly

liked the change immensely, and sat listening to the state of Western trade with as much interest as if it had

been the most thrilling romance, for, as he talked, Tom kept looking at her with a nod or a smile so like old

By and by Fanny came flying in, and gave Tom a greater surprise than his had been. He had not the least

suspicion of what had been going on at home, for Fan had said to herself, with girlish malice, "If he don't

choose to tell me his secrets, I 'm not going to tell mine," and had said nothing about Sydney, except an

occasional allusion to his being often there, and very kind. Therefore, when she announced her engagement,

Tom looked so staggered for a minute, that Fan thought he did n't like it; but after the first surprise passed, he

showed such an affectionate satisfaction, that she was both touched and flattered.

"What do you think of this performance?" asked Tom, wheeling round to Polly, who still sat by Mrs. Shaw,

"I like it very much," she said in such a hearty tone, that Tom could not doubt the genuineness of her

"Glad of that. Hope you 'll be as well pleased with another engagement that 's coming out before long"; and

with an odd laugh, Tom carried Sydney off to his den, leaving the girls to telegraph to one another the awful

How she managed to get through that evening, Polly never knew, yet it was not a long one, for at eight

o'clock she slipped out of the room, meaning to run home alone, and not compel any one to serve as escort.

But she did not succeed, for as she stood warming her rubbers at the diningroom fire, wondering pensively

as she did so if Maria Bailey had small feet, and if Tom ever put her rubbers on for her, the little overshoes

were taken out of her hands, and Tom's voice said, reproachfully, "Did you really mean to run away, and not

"I 'm not afraid; I did n't want to take you away," began Polly, secretly hoping that she did n't look too

"But I like to be taken away. Why, it 's a whole year since I went home with you; do you remember that?"

Polly meant to say that quite easily, and smile incredulously at his answer; but in spite of the coquettish little

rosecolored hood she wore, and which she knew was very becoming, she did not look or speak gayly, and

Tom saw something in the altered face that made him say hastily, "I 'm afraid you 've been doing too much

"Oh, no! it suits me to be very busy," and she began to drag on her gloves as if to prove it.

Polly looked up to thank him, but never did, for there was something deeper than gratitude in the honest blue

eyes, that could not hide the truth entirely. Tom saw it, flushed all over his brown face, and dropping the

rubbers with a crash, took her hands, saying, in his old impetuous way, "Polly, I want to tell you something!"

"Yes, I know, we 've been expecting it. I hope you 'll be very happy, Tom;" and Polly shook his hands with a

"Ned told us all about her; he thought it would be so, and when you spoke of another engagement, we knew

"Is it Maria?" cried Polly, holding on to a chair as if to be prepared for anything.

"He did n't say you talked about her most and so we thought " stammered Polly, falling into a sudden flutter.

"Oh!" and Polly caught her breath as if a dash of cold water had fallen on her, for the more in earnest Tom

"Do you want to know the name of the girl I 've loved for more than a year? Well, it 's Polly!" As he spoke,

Tom stretched out his arms to her, with the sort of mute eloquence that cannot be resisted, and Polly went

Never mind what happened for a little bit. Love scenes, if genuine, are indescribable; for to those who have

enacted them, the most elaborate description seems tame, and to those who have not, the simplest picture

seems overdone. So romancers had better let imagination paint for them that which is above all art, and leave

Before long, Tom and Polly were sitting side by side, enjoying the blissful state of mind which usually

follows the first step out of our workaday world, into the glorified region wherein lovers rapturously exist

for a month or two. Tom just sat and looked at Polly as if he found it difficult to believe that the winter of his

discontent had ended in this glorious spring. But Polly, being a true woman, asked questions, even while she

"Now, Tom, how could I know you loved me when you went away and never said a word?" she began, in a

"And how could I have the courage to say a word, when I had nothing on the face of the earth to offer you but

"That was all I wanted!" whispered Polly, in a tone which caused him to feel that the race of angels was not

"I 've always been fond of you, my Polly, but I never realized how fond till just before I went away. I was n't

free, you know, and besides I had a strong impression that you liked Sydney in spite of the damper which Fan

hinted you gave him last winter. He 's such a capital fellow, I really don't see how you could help it."

"It is strange; I don't understand it myself; but women are queer creatures, and there 's no accounting for their

"You were so good to me those last days, that I came very near speaking out, but could n't bear to seem to be

offering you a poor, disgraced sort of fellow, whom Trix would n't have, and no one seemed to think worth

much. 'No,' I said to myself, 'Polly ought to have the best; if Syd can get her, let him, and I won't say a word.

I 'll try to be better worthy her friendship, anyway; and perhaps, when I 've proved that I can do something,

and am not ashamed to work, then, if Polly is free, I shan't be afraid to try my chance.' So I held my tongue,

worked like a horse, satisfied myself and others that I could get my living honestly, and then came home to

"And I was waiting for you all the time," said a soft voice close to his shoulder; for Polly was much touched

"I did n't mean to do it the first minute, but look about me a little, and be sure Syd was all right. But Fan's

news settled that point, and just now the look in my Polly's face settled the other. I could n't wait another

minute, or let you either, and I could n't help stretching out my arms to my little wife, God bless her, though I

Tom's voice got lower and lower as he spoke, and his face was full of an emotion of which he need not be

ashamed, for a very sincere love ennobled him, making him humble, where a shallower affection would have

been proud of its success. Polly understood this, and found the honest, hearty speech of her lover more

eloquent than poetry itself. Her hand stole up to his cheek, and she leaned her own confidingly against the

rough coat, as she said, in her frank simple way, "Tom, dear, don't say that, as if I was the best girl in the

world. I 've got ever so many faults, and I want you to know them all, and help me cure them, as you have

your own. Waiting has not done us any harm, and I love you all the better for your trial. But I 'm afraid your

year has been harder than mine, you look so much older and graver than when you went away. You never

would complain; but I 've had a feeling that you were going through a good deal more than any of us

"Pretty tough work at first, I own. It was all so new and strange, I 'm afraid I should n't have stood it if it had

not been for Ned. He 'd laugh and say 'Pooh!' if he heard me say it, but it 's true nevertheless that he 's a grand

fellow and helped me through the first six months like a well, a brother as he is. There was no reason why he

should go out of his way to back up a shiftless party like me, yet he did, and made many things easy and safe

that would have been confoundedly hard and dangerous if I 'd been left to myself. The only way I can explain

it is that it 's a family trait, and as natural to the brother as it is to the sister."

"It 's a Shaw trait to do the same. But tell me about Maria; is Ned really engaged to her?"

"Very much so; you 'll get a letter full of raptures tomorrow; he had n't time to send by me, I came off in such

"I only teased Fan a little; I did like Maria, for she reminded me of you sometimes, and was such a kind, cosy

little woman I could n't help enjoying her society after a hard day's work. But Ned got jealous, and then I

knew that he was in earnest, so I left him a clear field, and promised not to breathe a word to any one till he

"I wish I 'd known it," sighed Polly. "People in love always do such stupid things!"

"So they do; for neither you nor Fan gave us poor fellows the least hint about Syd, and there I 've been having

"Serves us right; brothers and sisters should n't have secrets from each other."

"See if I did n't;" and with great pride Tom produced a portly pocketbook stuffed with businesslike

documents of a most imposing appearance, opened a private compartment, and took out a wornlooking

paper, unfolded it carefully, and displayed a small brown object which gave out a faint fragrance.

"That 's the rose you put in the birthday cake, and next week we 'll have a fresh one in another jolly little cake

which you 'll make me; you left it on the floor of my den the night we talked there, and I 've kept it ever

Polly touched the little relic, treasured for a year, and smiled to read the words "My Polly's rose," scribbled

"I did n't know you could be so sentimental," she said, looking so pleased that he did not regret confessing his

"I never was till I loved you, my dear, and I 'm not very bad yet, for I don't wear my posy next my heart, but

where I can see it every day, and so never forget for whom I am working. Should n't wonder if that bit of

nonsense had kept me economical, honest, and hard at it, for I never opened my pocketbook that I did n't

"That 's lovely, Tom," and Polly found it so touching that she felt for her handkerchief; but Tom took it away,

and made her laugh instead of cry, by saying, in a wheedlesome tone, "I don't believe you did as much, for all

"If you won't laugh, I 'll show you my treasures. I began first, and I 've worn them longest."

As she spoke, Polly drew out the old locket, opened it, and showed the picture Tom gave her in the bag of

peanuts cut small and fitted in on one side on the other was a curl of reddish hair and a black button. How

"You don't mean you 've kept that frightful guy of a boy all this time? Polly! Polly! you are the most faithful

"Don't flatter yourself that I 've worn it all these years, sir; I only put it in last spring because I did n't dare to

ask for one of the new ones. The button came off the old coat you insisted on wearing after the failure, as if it

was your duty to look as shabby as possible, and the curl I stole from Maud. Are n't we silly?"

He did not seem to think so, and after a short pause for refreshments, Polly turned serious, and said anxiously,

"In a week or two; but it won't seem drudgery now, for you 'll write every day, and I shall feel that I 'm

working to get a home for you. That will give me a fortymanpower, and I 'll pay up my debts and get a

good start, and then Ned and I will be married and go into partnership, and we 'll all be the happiest, busiest

"Only a few years, and we need n't wait a minute after Syd is paid, if you don't mind beginning rather low

"I 'd rather work up with you, than sit idle while you toil away all alone. That 's the way father and mother

"Then we 'll do it by another year, for I must get more salary before I take you away from a good home here.

I wish, oh, Polly, how I wish I had a half of the money I 've wasted, to make you comfortable, now."

"Never mind, I don't want it; I 'd rather have less, and know you earned it all yourself," cried Polly, as Tom

struck his hand on his knee with an acute pang of regret at the power he had lost.

"It 's like you to say it, and I won't waste any words bewailing myself, because I was a fool. We will work up

together, my brave Polly, and you shall yet be proud of your husband, though he is 'poor Tom Shaw.' "

She was as sure of that as if an oracle had foretold it, and was not deceived; for the loving heart that had

always seen, believed, and tried to strengthen all good impulses in Tom, was well repaid for its instinctive

"Yes," she said, hopefully, "I know you will succeed, for the best thing a man can have, is work with a

"There is one better thing, Polly," answered Tom, turning her face up a little, that he might see his inspiration

"Even though she is oldfashioned," whispered Polly, with happy eyes, the brighter for their tears, as she

looked up at the young man, who, through her, had caught a glimpse of the truest success, and was not

ashamed to owe it to love and labor, two beautiful old fashions that began long ago, with the first pair in

Lest any of my young readers who have honored Maud with their interest should suffer the pangs of

unsatisfied curiosity as to her future, I will add for their benefit that she did not marry Will, but remained a

busy, lively spinster all her days, and kept house for her father in the most delightful manner.

Will's ministerial dream came to pass in the course of time, however, and a gentle, brighteyed lady ruled

Farther into futurity even this rash pen dares not proceed, but pauses here, concluding in the words of the dear

old fairy tales, "And so they were married, and all lived happily till they died."