"I hope I may; but I doubt it," answered Polly in a tone that made
Fanny wonder if she, too, knew what heartache meant.
"Something troubles you, Polly, what is it? Confide in me, as I do
in you," said Fanny tenderly, for all the coldness she had tried to
hide from Polly, had melted in the sudden sunshine that had come
to her.
"Do you always?" asked her friend, leaning forward with an
irresistible desire to win back the old-time love and confidence,
too precious to be exchanged for a little brief excitement or the
barren honor of "bagging a bird," to use Trix's elegant expression.
Fanny understood it then, and threw herself into Polly's arms,
crying, with a shower of grateful tears; "Oh, my dear! my dear!
did you do it for my sake?"
And Polly held her close, saying in that tender voice of hers, "I did
n't mean to let a lover part this pair of friends if I could help it."
CHAPTER XV BREAKERS AHEAD
GOING into the Shaws' one evening, Polly found Maud sitting on
the stairs, with a troubled face.
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