"Oh, do, if you ain't afraid! Mother would be so anxious if
anything should happen to me, so far away!" cried Polly, much
distressed.
"Don't you be worried. I 'll manage the old chap, and the horses
too;" and opening the door, Tom vanished aloft, leaving poor
victimized Polly to quake inside, while he placidly revelled in
freedom and peanuts outside, with the staid old driver.
Fanny came flying down to meet her "darling Polly," as Tom
presented her, with the graceful remark, "I 've got her!" and the air
of a dauntless hunter, producing the trophies of his skill. Polly was
instantly whisked up stairs; and having danced a double-shuffle on
the door-mat, Tom retired to the dining-room, to restore exhausted
nature with half a dozen cookies.
"Ain't you tired to death? Don't you want to lie down?" said Fanny,
sitting on the side of the bed in Polly's room, and chattering hard,
while she examined everything her friend had on.
"Not a bit. I had a nice time coming, and no trouble, except the
tipsy coachman; but Tom got out and kept him in order, so I was
n't much frightened," answered innocent Polly, taking off her
rough-and-ready coat, and the plain hat without a bit of a feather.
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