Adams, in some surprise. "I thought she was
going to spend the day."
Polly blushed a little.
"So she was," she admitted at length; "but she changed her mind."
Mrs. Adams looked at her little daughter inquiringly for a moment,
and seemed about to speak, but catching the eye of Aunt Jane, who
was watching them sharply, she only said,--
"I am sorry; for I wanted to send a pattern to Mrs. Hapgood, when
she went home, and now I shall have to wait."
"I'll take it over now, mamma; I'd just as soon." And Polly jumped
up and caught her sailor hat from the table where she had tossed
it.
"I should like to have you, if you will, Polly. It is in my room,
and I'll get it for you."
She put down her work and went out into the hall, followed by
Polly.
"Have you and Molly been quarrelling again?" she asked, when the
door had closed between them and Aunt Jane.
"Only a little bit, mamma," confessed Polly. "Molly was teasing me
all the time, and at last I was mad, so I said I wished she'd go
home, and she went right straight off."
"I am sorry my daughter should be so rude to her company," began
Mrs. Adams soberly.
"So'm I," interrupted Polly; "I don't mean to; but she makes me
cross, and before I know it I flare up.
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