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"Now, don't be cross; and I 'll get mamma to let you have that
horrid Ned Miller, that you are so fond of, come and make you a
visit after Polly 's gone," said Fanny, hoping to soothe his ruffled
feelings.
"How long is she going to stay?" demanded Tom, making his toilet
by a promiscuous shake.
"A month or two, maybe. She 's ever so nice; and I shall keep her
as long as she 's happy."
"She won't stay long then, if I can help it," muttered Tom, who
regarded girls as a very unnecessary portion of creation. Boys of
fourteen are apt to think so, and perhaps it is a wise arrangement;
for, being fond of turning somersaults, they have an opportunity of
indulging in a good one, metaphorically speaking, when, three or
four years later, they become the abject slaves of "those bothering
girls."
"Look here! how am I going to know the creature? I never saw her,
and she never saw me. You 'll have to come too, Fan," he added,
pausing on his way to the door, arrested by the awful idea that he
might have to address several strange girls before he got the right
one.


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