POLLY AND MR.

PARISH Two first-rate quarrels in one day put Polly Sparkes into high good humour.

On leaving her aunt's house in the afternoon she strolled into Battersea Park, and there treated herself to tea and cakes at a little round table in the open air.

Mrs.Clover, though the quarrel was prolonged until four o'clock, had offered no refreshments, which seemed to Miss Sparkes a very gross instance of meanness and inhospitality.
At a table near to her sat two girls, for some reason taking a holiday, who conversed in a way which proved them to be "mantle hands," and Polly listened and smiled.

Did she not well remember the day when the poverty of home sent her, a little girl, to be "trotter" in a workroom?
But she soon found her way out of that.