"Then what do you want to read it for?" pursued Florence,
determined to come to an understanding.
"Oh, it sounds sort of good, you know," said Polly vaguely; "just
as if we ought to like it. 'Most everybody does read it, and I
didn't know but, if we kept at it long enough, it might teach us a
little something."
"Who wants to be taught? And besides, I'd rather have something a
little fresher than this," said Jean, making no secret of her
heresy.
"Polly! Polly!" called a voice from below.
Polly sprang up from the floor, where she had seated herself.
"That's mamma; what can she want?" she exclaimed, running to the
window and putting her head out.
Down in the street sat Mrs. Adams in their low, two-seated
carriage, while Job stood nodding sleepily in the sun, as he
waited for the signal to proceed.
"Don't you girls want to go for a little drive?" she called, as
her daughter's head came in sight.
In an instant three other heads appeared, and she was saluted with
three voices,--
"How lovely!"
"What fun!"
"We'll be down in a minute."
The minute was a short one; for the girls snatched their hats in
passing through the hall, and quickly surrounded the carriage, in
a gay, laughing group.
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