"But I like to be taken away. Why, it 's a whole year since I went
home with you; do you remember that?" said Tom, flapping the
rubbers about without any signs of haste.
"Does it seem long?"
"Everlasting!"
Polly meant to say that quite easily, and smile incredulously at his
answer; but in spite of the coquettish little rose-colored hood she
wore, and which she knew was very becoming, she did not look or
speak gayly, and Tom saw something in the altered face that made
him say hastily, "I 'm afraid you 've been doing too much this
winter; you look tired out, Polly."
"Oh, no! it suits me to be very busy," and she began to drag on her
gloves as if to prove it.
"But it does n't suit me to have you get thin and pale, you know."
Polly looked up to thank him, but never did, for there was
something deeper than gratitude in the honest blue eyes, that could
not hide the truth entirely. Tom saw it, flushed all over his brown
face, and dropping the rubbers with a crash, took her hands,
saying, in his old impetuous way, "Polly, I want to tell you
something!"
"Yes, I know, we 've been expecting it.
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