Mamma won't have it cut up, and my ermine one must be kept for best;" and Fanny smoothed her Bismark kids with an injured air.
"I suppose my gray squirrel is ever so much too big; but it 's nice and cosy, and you may warm your hands in it if you want to," said Polly, surveying her new woollen gloves with a dissatisfied look, though she had thought them quite elegant before.
"Perhaps I will, by and by.

Now, Polly, don't you be shy.

I 'll only introduce two or three of the girls; and you need n't mind old Monsieur a bit, or read if you don't want to.

We shall be in the anteroom; so you 'll only see about a dozen, and they will be so busy, they won't mind you much." "I guess I won't read, but sit and look on.

I like to watch people, everything is so new and queer here." But Polly did feel and look very shy, when she was ushered into a room full of young ladies, as they seemed to her, all very much dressed, all talking together, and all turning to examine the new-comer with a cool stare which seemed to be as much the fashion as eye-glasses.