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"Just give Maud a bit, she 's so disappointed. Fan and I are sick of
it, and so will you be, if you eat it all," called Polly, when she got
her breath.
"Go to bed, Maudie, and look under your pillow when you get
there," was the oracular reply that came down to them, as Tom's
door closed after a jubilant solo on the tin pan.
The girls went to bed tired out; and Maud slumbered placidly,
hugging the sticky bundle, found where molasses candy is not
often discovered. Polly was very tired, and soon fell asleep; but
Fanny, who slept with her, lay awake longer than usual, thinking
about her troubles, for her head ached, and the dissatisfaction that
follows anger would not let her rest with the tranquillity that made
the rosy face in the little round nightcap such a pleasant sight to
see as it lay beside her. The gas was turned down, but Fanny saw a
figure in a gray wrapper creep by her door, and presently return,
pausing to look in. "Who is it?" she cried, so loud that Polly woke.


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