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dabbed it dry, and came back with one cheek redder than the other. I didnt say anything, but I had my suspicions. Come now, does she? Yes, she does; but dont say a word to her, for shell never forgive my telling if she knew it. I dont care for that; I dont like it, and I wont have it, said Tom, decidedly. You cant help yourself. Half the girls do it, either paint or powder, darken their lashes with burnt hair- pins, and take cologne on lumps of sugar or belladona to make their eyes bright. Clara tried arsenic for her complexion, but her mother stopped it, said Fanny, betraying the secrets of the prison-house in the basest manner. I knew you girls were a set of humbugs, and very pretty ones, too, some of you, but I cant say I like to see you painted up like a lot of actresses, said Tom, with an air of disgust. I dont do anything of the sort, or need it, but Trix does; and having chosen her, you must abide your choice, for better or worse. It hasnt come to that yet, muttered Tom, as he lay down again with a rebellious air. Mauds return put an end to these confidences, though Tom excited her curiosity by asking the mysterious question, I say, Fan, is Polly up to that sort of thing? No, she thinks its awful. When she gets pale and dragged out she will probably change her mind. I doubt it, said Tom. Polly says it isnt proper to talk secrets before people who aint in em, observed Maud, with dignity. Do, for mercy sake, stop talking about Polly, Im sick to death of it, cried Fanny, snappishly. Hullo! and Tom sat up to take a survey. I thought you were bosom friends, and as spoony as ever. Well, I am fond of Polly, but I get tired of hearing Maud sing her praises everlastingly. Now dont go and repeat that, chatterbox. My goodness, isnt she cross? whispered Maud to Tom. As two sticks; let her be. Theres the bell; see who it is, Pug, answered Tom, as a tingle broke the silence of the house. Maud went to peep over the banisters, and came flying back in rapture. Its Will come for me! Cant I go? It dont snow hard, and Ill bundle up, and you can send for me when papa comes. I dont care what you do, answered Fan, who was in a very bad temper. Without waiting for any other permission, Maud rushed away to get ready. Will wouldnt come up, he was so snowy, and Fanny was glad, because with her he was bashful, awkward, and silent, so Tom went down and entertained him with Mauds report. They were very good friends, but led entirely different lives, Will being a dig, and Tom a bird, or, in plain English, one was a hard student, and the other a jolly young gentleman. Tom had rather patronized Will, who didnt like it, and showed that he didnt by refusing to borrow money of him, or accept any of his invitations to join the clubs and societies to which Tom belonged. So Shaw let Milton alone, and he got on very well in his own way, doggedly sticking to his books, and resisting all temptations but those of certain libraries, athletic games, and such inexpensive |
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