"
"I have sort of an idea," answered Molly profoundly, "that most
everybody can get what she wants, if she is willing to work and
wait long enough. It's only a question of what you want."
CHAPTER X.
POLLY'S POEM.
"Molly, don't you want to come and take a walk with me?" asked
Polly, appearing in the door one Saturday morning.
Molly sprang up and tossed her book down on the table.
"Yes, indeed I do. It's too pleasant to stay in the house such a
day as this. I'll go and call the others."
"But I don't want the others, at least, not this morning," said
Polly mysteriously. "I want you all to myself, for I've something
to tell you, to show you.". Polly blushed and stammered a little.
"What is it, Poll?" asked Molly curiously.
"Oh, nothing much; at least, I'll tell you by and by. Go and get
your hat, and come on."
"The Bridget Society" as Alan disrespectfully called it, had been
in operation for about two weeks now; but though it had proved an
absorbing subject to the girls, yet it took very little of their
time, and left them nearly as free as ever for their usual
occupations. Their common interest in the one work, however, had
bound the six girls even more closely together than before, until
they depended on one another's help and sympathy, in any and every
question that arose.
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