[Polly Oliver’s Problem by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin]@TWC D-Link book
Polly Oliver’s Problem

CHAPTER VIII
12/13

"I know there may be plenty of fine men who have a discreditable youth to look back upon,--a youth finally repented of and atoned for; but that is rather a weary process, I should think, and they are surely no stronger men _because_ of the 'wild oats,' but rather in _spite_ of them." "I suppose so," sighed Edgar; "but it's so easy for women to be good! I know you were born a saint, to begin with.

You don't know what it is to be in college, and to want to do everything that you can't and ought n't, and nothing that you can and ought, and get all tangled up in things you never meant to touch.

However, we 'll see!" Polly peeped in at the door very softly.
"They have n't any light; that 's favorable.

He 's sitting on my footstool; he need n't suppose he is going to have _that_ place! I think she has her hand on his arm,--yes, she has! And he is stroking it! Oh, you poor innocent child, you do not realize that that soft little hand of my mother's never lets go! It slips into a five and three-quarters glove, but you 'll be surprised, Mr.Edgar, when you discover you cannot get away from it.

Very well, then; it is settled.
I 'll go back and put the salt fish in soak for my boarder's breakfast.
I seem to have my hands rather full!--a house to keep, an invalid mother, and now a boarder.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books