There 's love and romance for you!"
Polly touched the little relic, treasured for a year, and smiled to
read the words "My Polly's rose," scribbled under the crumbling
leaves.
"I did n't know you could be so sentimental," she said, looking so
pleased that he did not regret confessing his folly.
"I never was till I loved you, my dear, and I 'm not very bad yet, for
I don't wear my posy next my heart, but where I can see it every
day, and so never forget for whom I am working. Should n't
wonder if that bit of nonsense had kept me economical, honest,
and hard at it, for I never opened my pocket-book that I did n't
think of you."
"That 's lovely, Tom," and Polly found it so touching that she felt
for her handkerchief; but Tom took it away, and made her laugh
instead of cry, by saying, in a wheedlesome tone, "I don't believe
you did as much, for all your romance. Did you, now?"
"If you won't laugh, I 'll show you my treasures. I began first, and I
've worn them longest.
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