It 's so funny to see her, and Nick perches on the rack and sings as if he 'd kill himself." "Very thrilling," said Tom, in a sleepy tone.
Maud felt that her conversation was not as interesting as she hoped, and tried again.
"Polly thinks you are handsomer than Mr.Sydney." "Much obliged." "I asked which she thought had the nicest face, and she said yours was the handsomest, and his the best." "Does he ever go there ?" asked a sharp voice behind them; and looking round Maud saw Fanny in the big chair, cooking her feet over the register.
"I never saw him there; he sent up some books one day, and Will teased her about it." "What did she do ?" demanded Fanny.

"Oh, she shook him." "What a spectacle!" and Tom looked as if he would have enjoyed seeing it, but Fanny's face grew so forbidding, that Tom's little dog, who was approaching to welcome her, put his tail between his legs and fled under the table.
"Then there is n't any 'Sparking Sunday night' ?" sung Tom, who appeared to have waked up again.
"Of course not.

Polly is n't going to marry anybody; she 's going to keep house for Will when he 's a minister, I heard her say so," cried Maud, with importance.
"What a fate for pretty Polly!" ejaculated Tom.
"She likes it, and I 'm sure I should think she would; it 's beautiful to hear 'em plan it all out." "Any more gossip to retail, Pug ?" asked Tom a minute after, as Maud seemed absorbed in visions of the future.
"He told a funny story about blowing up one of the professors.

You never told us, so I suppose you did n't know it.

Some bad fellow put a torpedo, or some sort of powder thing, under the chair, and it went off in the midst of the lesson, and the poor man flew up, frightened most to pieces, and the boys ran with pails of water to put the fire out.