Don't you suppose I have eyes, Polly Oliver?
Don't you suppose I 've hated myself ever since I came under this roof, when I have seen the way you worked and planned and plotted and saved and denied yourself?
Don't you suppose I 've looked at you twenty times a day, and said to myself, 'You miserable, selfish puppy, getting yourself and everybody who cares for you into trouble, just look at that girl and be ashamed of yourself down to the ground!' And now you offer to lend me money! Oh, Polly, I wouldn't have believed it of you!" Polly felt convicted of sin, although she was not very clear as to the reason.

She blushed as she said hastily, "Your mother has been a very good friend to us, Edgar; why should n't we help you a little, just for once?
Now, let us go in to see mamma and talk it all over together!" "If you pity me, Polly, don't tell her; I could not bear to have that saint upon earth worried over my troubles; it was mean enough to add a feather's weight to yours." "Well, we won't do it, then," said Polly, with maternal kindness in her tone.

"Do stop pacing up and down like a caged panther.

We 'll find some other way out of the trouble; but boys are such an anxiety! Do you think, Edgar, that you have reformed ?" "Bless your soul! I 've kept within my allowance for two or three months.

As Susan Nipper says, 'I may be a camel, but I 'm not a dromedary!' When I found out where I was, I stopped; I had to stop, and I knew it.