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Jimmy used to come round
first, and say, 'All serene, Polly,' so kind and jolly, that I could n't
help laughing and being friends right away."
"Did he not know a lot?"
"Yes, I think he did, for he liked to study, and wanted to get on, so
he could help father. People used to call him a fine boy, and I felt
so proud to hear it; but they did n't know half how wise he was,
because he did n't show off a bit. I suppose sisters always are grand
of their brothers; but I don't believe many girls had as much right
to be as I had."
"Most girls don't care two pins about their brothers; so that shows
you don't know much about it."
"Well, they ought to, if they don't; and they would if the boys were
as kind to them as Jimmy was to me."
"Why, what did he do?"
"Loved me dearly, and was n't ashamed to show it," cried Polly,
with a sob in her voice, that made her answer very eloquent.
"What made him die, Polly?" asked Tom, soberly, after little
pause.
"He got hurt coasting, last winter; but he never told which boy did
it, and he only lived a week.


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