"
"Minnie said the other day she wished she was a pigeon so she
could paddle in the puddles and not fuss about rubbers."
"By the way, when is her uncle coming back?" asked Fanny, who
could n't wait any longer and joyfully seized the opening Polly
made for her.
"I 'm sure I don't know."
"Nor care, I suppose, you hard-hearted thing."
"Why, Fan, what do you mean?"
"I 'm not blind, my dear, neither is Tom, and when a young
gentleman cuts a call abruptly short, and races after a young lady,
and is seen holding her hand at the quietest corner of the park, and
then goes travelling all of a sudden, we know what it means if you
don't."
"Who got up that nice idea, I should like to know?" demanded
Polly, as Fanny stopped for breath.
"Now don't be affected, Polly, but just tell me, like a dear, has n't
he proposed?"
"No, he has n't."
"Don't you think he means to?"
"I don't think he 'll ever say a word to me."
"Well, I am surprised!" And Fanny drew a long breath, as if a load
was off her mind.
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