Oh, what fun!"
"Don't laugh at her, or discourage her; let her find comfort in bibs
and dust-pans, if she can," whispered Polly to Fan, while Maud
took a joyful "header" among the pillows, and came up smiling
and blowzy, for she loved house-work, and often got lectured for
stolen visits to the kitchen, and surreptitious sweepings and
dustings when the coast was clear.
"Mamma is so feeble, I shall have to keep house, I suppose, and
you must show me how, Polly," said Fan.
"Good practice, ma'am, as you 'll find out some day," answered
Polly, laughing significantly.
Fanny smiled, then grew both grave and sad. "This changes
everything; the old set will drop me, as we did the Mertons when
their father failed, and my 'prospects,' as we say, are quite ruined."
"I don't believe it; your real friends won't drop you, and you 'll find
out which the true ones are now. I know one friend who will be
kinder than ever."
"Oh, Polly, do you think so?" and Fanny's eyes softened with
sudden tears.
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