"Oh, Molly, Molly! What will you say next? That means
distinguished; it's French, you know." "I don't know anything
about French, Poll; and you needn't laugh at me, for you don't
know much yourself," returned Molly, with some dignity.
"I don't believe Katharine does, either," answered Polly. "The way
I happened to know about that was because she said so to me once,
and I asked mamma what it meant. She says she doesn't think it's
nice for girls to keep putting French and German words into what
they say, for it looks as if they did it to show off. Come on,
let's go down and see what we're going to have for dinner."
Soon after dinner, the doctor went away to his office, and the
girls decided to settle themselves for a quiet visit in front of
the open fire in the parlor. This was their first evening alone
together since Jessie and Katharine had come, and there was much
to be talked over.
"Don't let's have any light but just the fire," Molly suggested.
"Then we'll sit on the rug and have it all to ourselves."
"I can't help feeling as if Aunt Jane were likely to drop in at
any minute, though," Polly remarked. "She doesn't approve of
people's sitting in the dark; she thinks it is lazy.
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