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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


"Well, girls, did you visit Rainbow Cliffs--and how did you like them?"
asked Mr. Brewster, having finished the carving.
"Oh, they are just wonderful!" declared Eleanor.
"I hear they are very valuable," remarked Barbara.
Mr. Brewster sent her a sharp glance and then frowned at Polly. "Ah
never give that a thought. There they've stood for ages before Sam
Brewster saw them, and Ah reckon there they'll stand for ages after Sam
Brewster is dead and forgotten!"
"Not if I can coax Polly to sell enough of the loose stones to buy an
automobile and go off to school!" said Eleanor, emphatically.
An annoyed look from Mr. Brewster and a surprised one from Mrs.
Brewster made Anne and Polly feel uncomfortable at Eleanor's lack of
tact. But the hostess was equal to the situation.
"Polly, who do you think came to the kitchen door to ask for you while
you were at the cliffs, this morning?"
"Here--to ask for me, Mah--mother!" exclaimed Polly, in surprise.
"Yes, and she felt deeply offended because you had not asked for her
health or even sent word to her by Jeb--and she so lonely after her
accident, too!" Mrs. Brewster managed to express great pathos with her
words.
"Oh, my darling Noddy! Mother, did she come to the door?" laughed
Polly, sympathetic tears starting in her eyes at the picture called up
by her mother.
"Yes, and she said it was simply inexcusable in you. She was willing to
carry you anywhere you wished to go, but now she will disown you
forever, unless you make peace with her, this afternoon," said Mrs.


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