Creative Books

Polly had forgotten them, so they, both
committed them to memory; Tom, with hands in his pockets,
rocked to and fro, muttering rapidly, while Polly twisted the little
curl on her forehead and stared at the wall, gabbling with all her
might.
"Done!" cried Tom, presently.
"Done!" echoed Polly; and then they heard each other recite till
both were perfect "That 's pretty good fun," said Tom, joyfully,
tossing poor Harkness away, and feeling that the pleasant
excitement of companionship could lend a charm even to Latin
Grammar.
"Now, ma'am, we 'll take a turn at algibbera. I like that as much as
I hate Latin."
Polly accepted the invitation, and soon owned that Tom could beat
her here. This fact restored his equnimity; but he did n't crow over
her, far from it; for he helped her with a paternal patience that
made her eyes twinkle with suppressed fun, as he soberly
explained and illustrated, unconsciously imitating Dominie Deane,
till Polly found it difficult to keep from laughing in his face.


Pages:
81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105