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"By George, that 's a jolly tune! Sing it again, please," cried Tom's
voice; and there was Tom's red head bobbing up over the high
back of the chair where he had hidden himself.
It gave Polly quite a turn, for she thought no one was hearing her
but the old lady dozing by the fire. "I can't sing any more; I 'm
tired," she said, and walked away to Madam in the other room.
The red head vanished like a meteor, for Polly's tone had been
decidedly cool.
The old lady put out her hand, and drawing Polly to her knee,
looked into her face with such kind eyes, that Polly forgot the
impressive cap, and smiled at her confidingly; for she saw that her
simple music had pleased her listener, and she felt glad to know it.
"You must n't mind my staring, dear," said Madam, softly pinching
her rosy cheek. "I have n't seen a little girl for so long, it does my
old eyes good to look at you."
Polly thought that a very odd speech, and could n't help saying,
"Are n't Fan and Maud little girls, too?"
"Oh, dear, no! not what I call little girls.


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