He awoke to the joys of a solitary tea, for his mother never came down, and Fanny shut herself and her headache up in her own room.
"Well, this is cheerful," he said, as the clock struck eight, and his fourth cigar came to an end.

"Trix is mad, and Fan in the dumps, so I 'll take myself off.

Guess I 'll go round to Polly's, and ask Will to drive out with me, and save him the walk, poor chap.

Might bring Midget home, it will please her, and there 's no knowing when the governor will be back." With these thoughts in his head, Tom leisurely got under way, and left his horse at a neighboring stable, for he meant to make a little call, and see what it was Maud enjoyed so much.
"Polly is holding forth," he said to himself, as he went quietly up stairs, and the steady murmur of a pleasant voice came down to him.

Tom laughed at Polly's earnest way of talking when she was interested in anything.