Will is n't all that Jimmy was to me; but he tries to be, and I love him dearly for it." "Will ?" Fanny's voice quite startled Polly, it was so sharp and sudden, and her face grew red and pale all in a minute, as she upset the little vase with the start she gave.
"Yes, of course; who did you think I meant ?" asked Polly, sopping up the water before it damaged her piano.
"Never mind; I thought you might be having a quiet little flirtation with somebody.

I feel responsible, you know, because I told your mother I 'd look after you.

The flowers are all right.

My head aches so, I hardly know what I 'm doing this morning." Fanny spoke fast, and laughed uncomfortably, as she went back to the sofa, wondering if Polly had told her a lie.

Polly seemed to guess at her thoughts as she saw the card, and turning toward her, she held it up, saying, with a conscious look in her eyes, "You thought Mr.Sydney sent them?
Well, you are mistaken, and the next time you want to know anything, please ask straight out.