It seemed to me that Polly hesitated a little as she replied that that was the very paper she wanted.
"Goodness, child, is that the piece you want to read ?" Her mother's voice sounded rather sharp, as if she were vexed.

"I hope that subject hasn't turned your head too," but she said no more, for just then a customer coming in, she laid down her work and went forward to greet her.
Polly looked troubled, but she confided to Miss Katharine that she wanted very much to read the account.
"Fortunately I cut the piece out to give to my sister.

I knew she'd be interested in it, but I have always forgotten to give it to her," said the clerk.

She seemed to be very much in earnest as she continued, "I do wish something could be done to save the birds.

If women must have feathers, why can't they content themselves with wearing ostrich tips and plumes?
There is nothing cruel or wicked in the way they are procured." She opened the little satchel hanging at her belt, and from it took a folded slip of paper which she handed to Polly, telling her she might have it to read, and when she had finished it to please bring it back to her.