"Take Cob and welcome, if I can go with you," said Jessie. "Seems
to me I never felt so before, but I don't want to stay in school
any more than Polly does. Perhaps it's because your springs are
pleasanter than ours."
"I shouldn't wonder if they were," said Polly reflectively, as
regardless of freckles, she took off her hat and let the sun
strike full upon her ruddy curls. "Isn't this perfect?" she added,
with a sigh of content. "I do believe everything is nicer in
Massachusetts than it is anywhere else. I'm glad I happened to be
born in the Bay State."
Jessie laughed outright at the fervor of her tone. Then she said,
as she drew Cob down to a slow walk, to enjoy a bit of road that
lay under a group of tall pines,--
"After all, I shall be sorry to have vacation come, for as soon as
this term is over, we shall have to go home, and I don't want to,
one bit."
"Sorry to leave me, aren't you, Cousin Jessie?" asked Alan, with,
mock sentiment.
"Don't flatter yourself, young man," said Polly, in parenthesis,
as Jessie went on. seriously,--
"Why, yes, I suppose I shall miss you, Alan; but it's the girls
that I care most for. We've had such good times doing things
together, and next year I shall be forlorn enough, for Kit will
come out, and I shall be left all to myself.
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