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"You act so, how can he?" asked Polly, after a pause, in which she
put Tom's question to herself, and could find no better reply than
the one she gave him.
"Why don't he give me my velocipede? He said, if I did well at
school for a month, I should have it; and I 've been pegging away
like fury for most six weeks, and he don't do a thing about it. The
girls get their duds, because they tease. I won't do that anyway; but
you don't catch me studying myself to death, and no pay for it."
"It is too bad; but you ought to do it because it 's right, and never
mind being paid," began Polly, trying to be moral, but secretly
sympathizing heartily with poor Tom.
"Don't you preach, Polly. If the governor took any notice of me,
and cared how I got on, I would n't mind the presents so much; but
he don't care a hang, and never even asked if I did well last
declamation day, when I 'd gone and learned 'The Battle of Lake
Regillus,' because he said he liked it."
"Oh, Tom! Did you say that? It 's splendid! Jim and I used to say
Horatius together, and it was such fun.


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