Have you an hour to spare for my little niece?
Her mother wants her to begin, and desired me to make the inquiry." "Did she, really ?" and Polly looked up at him, as if she suspected him of inventing the whole thing, out of kindness.
Mr.Sydney smiled, and taking a note from his pocket, presented it, saying, with a reproachful look, "Behold the proof of my truth, and never doubt again." Polly begged pardon, read the note from the little girl's mother, which was to have been left at her room if she was absent, and gave the bearer a very grateful look as she accepted this welcome addition to her pupils.

Well pleased at the success of his mission, Sydney artfully led the conversation to music, and for a time Polly forgot her woes, talking enthusiastically on her favorite theme.

As she reclaimed her book and bag, at her own door, she said, in her honest way, "Thank you very much for trying to make me forget my foolish little troubles." "Then let me say one thing more; though appearances are against him, I don't believe Tom Shaw saw you.

Miss Trix is equal to that sort of thing, but it is n't like Tom, for with all his foppery he is a good fellow at heart." As Mr.Sydney said this, Polly held out her hand with a hearty "Thank you for that." The young man shook the little hand in the gray woollen glove, gave her exactly the same bow which he did the Honorable Mrs.
Davenport, and went away, leaving Polly to walk up stairs and address Puttel with the peculiar remark, "You are a true gentleman! so kind to say that about Tom.

I 'll think it 's so, anyway; and won't I teach Minnie in my very best style!" Puttel purred, Nick chirped approvingly, and Polly ate her dinner with a better appetite than she had expected.