"If Molly's been teasing you, I'll give her fits when she comes
back from Florence's. She's there now."
"Oh, I suppose it was both of us," responded Polly, cheered by his
understanding of the situation.
"I presume 'twas," said Alan candidly. "Molly is an awful tease;
she gets after me once in a while, so I know. You're snappish,
Poll; but you don't keep fussing at a fellow and hitting him when
he's down."
They walked on in silence for a few steps. Then Alan remarked, as
he looked at her critically,--
"That's a gay little cap, Polly, and suits you first rate. New,
isn't it?"
Polly nodded smilingly. Alan's sympathy had smoothed out all the
wrinkles in her temper, and she was once more her own merry self,
so by the time she went in at the Hapgood house, she was laughing
and talking as brightly as if she and Molly had never taken their
walk to the bridge.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Jessie, as she glanced down from the window of
their room. "Here come Alan and Polly Adams. What a nuisance!"
The two sisters, left to themselves for the morning, had been
having a private feast of lemonade and crackers in their own room,
where they had been alternately reading and nibbling, for the past
hour.
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