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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


Eleanor threw back her head and laughed heartily. "Just wait until I
tell Bob this. Oh, how she will envy you your chance. Why, she did
everything on earth but fling herself at his head when mother told her
he was the richest catch of the season."
"Why, he told me he was never going to marry until he found another
girl like Anne Stewart! He thinks _she_ is splendid. I asked him why he
didn't marry her, and he teased me by saying I wanted to know too much.
But he did tell me that Anne loved some one else who was a thousand
times better than he, so he had no chance with her."
Eleanor glanced sharply at Polly to see whether she was innocent of
guile or whether she was trying to hide her real meaning. She saw that
her young companion had really no thought of love for herself or for
her brother John. So Eleanor never hinted that she had a suspicion of
the truth about Anne and John.
"Do you think Anne liked Tom Latimer?" she asked.
"Oh, yes! But she likes him because he is such a friend of my brother's
and her brother's. You see, Anne's brother Paul is at college with John
and Tom," replied Polly.
"Yes, I know. My brother is one of their class-mates, too. But I never
met your brother or Paul. Mother said I was too young to appear in the
drawing-room when Pete gave his party to his class-mates this spring."
"Oh, I've heard about a 'Pete' who is so clever in his engineering
class.


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