Carol would sing for joy if she could know of your plan." "Perhaps she does know it," said Mrs.Bird softly.
And so it was settled.
Polly's joy and gratitude at Mrs.Bird's proposal baffles the powers of the narrator.

It was one of those things pleasant to behold, charming to imagine, but impossible to describe.

After Mrs.Bird's carriage had been whirled away, she watched at the window for Edgar, and, when she saw him nearing the steps, did not wait for him to unlock the door, but opened it from the top of the stairs, and flew down them to the landing as lightly as a feather.
As for Edgar himself, he was coming up with unprecedented speed, and they nearly fell into each other's arms as they both exclaimed, in one breath, "Hurrah!" and then, in another, "Who told you ?" "How did you know it ?" asked Edgar.

"Has Tom Mills been here ?" "What is anybody by the name of Mills to me in my present state of mind!" exclaimed Polly.

"Have you some good news, too?
If so, speak out quickly." "Good news?
I should think I had; what else were you hurrahing about?
I 've won the scholarship, and I have a chance to earn some money! Tom Mills's eyes are in bad condition, and the oculist says he must wear blue goggles and not look at a book for two months.