"So it is, but this is a little labor of love, and does n't spoil the day
at all. The child has talent, loves music, and needs help. I can't
give her money, but I can teach her; so I do, and she is the most
promising pupil I have. Help one another, is part of the religion of
our sisterhood, Fan."
"I must put you in a story, Polly. I want a heroine, and you will
do," said Kate.
"Me! why, there never was such a humdrum, unromantic thing as I
am," cried Polly, amazed.
"I 've booked you, nevertheless, so in you go; but you may add as
much romance as you like, it 's time you did."
"I 'm ready for it when it comes, but it can't be forced, you know,"
and Polly blushed and smiled as if some little spice of that
delightful thing had stolen into her life, for all its prosaic seeming.
Fanny was amused to see that the girls did not kiss at parting, but
shook hands in a quiet, friendly fashion, looking at one another
with eyes that said more than the most "gushing" words.
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