I had a nice time coming, and no trouble, except the tipsy coachman; but Tom got out and kept him in order, so I was n't much frightened," answered innocent Polly, taking off her rough-and-ready coat, and the plain hat without a bit of a feather.
"Fiddlestick! he was n't tipsy; and Tom only did it to get out of the way.

He can't bear girls," said Fanny, with a superior air.
"Can't he?
Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!" and Polly opened her eyes with a surprised expression.
"He 's an awful boy, my dear; and if you have anything to do with him, he 'll torment you to death.

Boys are all horrid; but he 's the horridest one I ever saw." Fanny went to a fashionable school, where the young ladies were so busy with their French, German, and Italian, that there was no time for good English.

Feeling her confidence much shaken in the youth, Polly privately resolved to let him alone, and changed the conversation, by saying, as she looked admiringly about the large, handsome room, "How splendid it is! I never slept in a bed with curtains before, or had such a fine toilet-table as this." "I 'm glad you like it; but don't, for mercy sake, say such things before the other girls!" replied Fanny, wishing Polly would wear ear-rings, as every one else did.
"Why not ?" asked the country mouse of the city mouse, wondering what harm there was in liking other people's pretty things, and saying so.

"Oh, they laugh at everything the least bit odd, and that is n't pleasant." Fanny did n't say "countrified," but she meant it, and Polly felt uncomfortable.