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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


Another sisterly scene might have ensued had not Anne entered the room
at this critical time.
"Girls, better hurry and finish dressing as breakfast is almost ready
to serve," said she, after a pleasant morning greeting.
"How long have you been up?" asked Barbara.
"Oh, an hour or more. I succeeded in working out a scheme I had to make
things pleasanter for every one, and I want you to hurry and approve of
it."


CHAPTER VII
A LITTLE SCHEME THAT WORKED

Anne lay with closed eyes for a long time revolving many plans for the
ultimate harmony of that summer, and when she finally allowed herself
to sleep, she had a scheme that she was going to try the next day.
As she came from her room early in the morning, she spied Polly sitting
disconsolately on the porch-steps. She went over and sat down beside
her.
"Polly, I cannot blame you for wishing we had never come, but now that
we are here, let us see if we cannot make something out of the tangle
of disappointments. Eleanor will love the place at once, as she is so
much like you in nature, dear, but Bob always grumbles over things at
first. No matter where or what it is, she feels that she is not showing
her superiority if she is not condemning what she comes in contact
with. It really is a disease, Polly, and I have tried to cure her of it
this last year. I am hoping for great things for her during this
season, but I feel that I must confide in you to let you know just what
the trouble is.


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