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What do you think of this performance? asked Tom, wheeling round to Polly, who still sat by Mrs. Shaw, in the shadow of the bed-curtains. I like it very much, she said, in such a hearty tone that Tom could not doubt the genuineness of her pleasure. Glad of that. Hope youll be as well pleased with another engagement thats coming out before long; and with an odd laugh, Tom carried Sydney off to his den, leaving the girls to telegraph to one another the awful message, It is Maria Bailey. How she managed to get through that evening, Polly never knew, yet it was not a long one, for at eight oclock she slipped out of the room, meaning to run home alone, and not compel anyone to serve as escort. But she did not succeed, for as she stood warming her rubbers at the dining-room fire, wondering pensively as she did so if Maria Bailey had small feet, and if Tom ever put her rubbers on for her, her little overshoes were taken out of her hands, and Toms voice said, reproachfully, Did you really mean to run away, and not let me go home with you? Im not afraid; I didnt want to take you away, began Polly, secretly hoping that she didnt look too pleased. But I like to be taken away. Why its a whole year since I went home with you; do you remember that? said Tom, flapping the rubbers about without any signs of haste. Does it seem long? Everlasting! Polly meant to say that quite easily, and smile incredulously at his answer; but in spite of the coquettish little rose-coloured hood she wore, and which she knew was very becoming, she did not look or speak gaily, and Tom saw something in the altered face that made him say hastily, Im afraid youve been doing too much this winter; you look tired out, Polly. Oh, no! it suits me to be very busy, and she began to drag on her gloves as if to prove it. But it doesnt suit me to have you get thin and pale, you know. Polly looked up to thank him, but never did, for there was something deeper than gratitude in the honest blue eyes, that could not hide the truth entirely. Tom saw it, flushed all over his brown face, and dropping the rubbers with a crash, took her hands, saying, in his old impetuous way, Polly, I want to tell you something! Yes, I know, weve been expecting it. I hope youll be very happy, Tom, and Polly shook his hands with a smile that was more pathetic than a flood of tears. What! cried Tom, looking as if he thought she had lost her mind. Ned told us all about her; he thought it would be so, and when you spoke of another engagement, we knew you meant your own. But I didnt! Neds the man; he told me to tell you its just settled. Is it Maria? cried Polly, holding on to a chair as if to be prepared for anything. |
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