"The sooner it 's over the better for me," was the only thought Polly
had time for before she plunged into the room above, propelled by
Maud, who cried triumphantly, "There he is! Ain't he splendid?"
For a minute, everything danced before Polly's eyes, as a hand
shook hers warmly, and a gruffish voice said heartily, "How are
you, Polly?" Then she slipped into a chair beside Mrs. Shaw,
hoping that her reply had been all right and proper, for she had not
the least idea what she said.
Things got steady again directly, and while Maud expatiated on the
great surprise, Polly ventured to look at Tom, feeling glad that her
back was toward the light, and his was not. It was not a large
room, and Tom seemed to fill it entirely; not that he had grown so
very much, except broader in the shoulders, but there was a brisk,
genial, free-and-easy air about him, suggestive of a stirring,
out-of-door life, with people who kept their eyes wide open, and
were not very particular what they did with their arms and legs.
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