And there's Polly, so old and cross that she screams and scolds dreadfully if any of us go near her.

But Lloyd dresses her up in doll's clothes, puts paper bonnets on her, and makes her just as uncomfortable as she pleases.

Look! that is one of her favourite amusements." The Little Colonel squeezed the parrot into a tiny doll carriage, and began to trundle it back and forth as fast as she could run.
"Ha! ha!" screamed the bird.

"Polly is a lady! Oh, Lordy! I'm so happy!" "She caught that from the washerwoman," laughed Mrs.Sherman.

"I should think the poor thing would be dizzy from whirling around so fast." "Quit that, chillun; stop yo' fussin'," screamed Polly, as Lloyd grabbed her up and began to pin a shawl around her neck.