Her hair was wound into a knot on the crown of her head and adorned with three long black ostrich feathers, which soared to a great height, and presented a most magnificent and queenly appearance.
Tom Mills, whose father was four times a millionaire, wondered why they never had such gay times at his home, and tried to fancy his sister Blanche sparkling and glowing and beaming over the prospect of earning twenty-five dollars a month.
Then, when bedtime came, Polly and her mother talked it all over in the dark.
"Oh, mamacita, I am so happy! It's such a lovely beginning, and I shall be so glad, so glad to do it! I hope Mrs.Bird did n't invent the plan for my good, for I have been frightfully shabby each time she has seen me, but she says she thinks of nothing but the children.

Now we will have some pretty things, won't we?
And oh! do you think, not just now, but some time in the distant centuries, I can have a string of gold beads ?" "I do, indeed," sighed Mrs.Oliver.

"You are certainly in no danger of being spoiled by luxury in your youth, my poor little Pollykins; but you will get all these things some time, I feel sure, if they are good for you, and if they belong to you.

You remember the lines I read the other day:-- "'Hast not thy share?
On winged feet, Lo! it rushes thee to meet; And all that Nature made thy own, Floating in air or pent in stone, Will rive the hills and swim the sea And, like thy shadow, follow thee.'" "Yes," said Polly contentedly; "I am satisfied.

My share of the world's work is rushing to meet me.