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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"

But he has only been over once. Now that this friend is in camp
with him, maybe he'll come oftener."
"If John would only bring Tom with him, wouldn't it be fine!" planned
Eleanor. "Anne would have her choice, John. Bob would be supremely
happy if she could flirt with Tom for a time, and you and I would have
Jim and Ken Evans."
Polly glanced at Eleanor in surprise, and said: "Why, Nolla! I wouldn't
like that at all. It will be lots more fun if we all go about together
for a good time. But John is coming to see about the mine--not to enjoy
himself."
"You don't think, do you, that having Anne Stewart right in reach, that
he's going to spend all his time working that mine? He's going to
divide time so that more than half of it will be given to Anne. Then
he'll work double-quick on the mine business to catch up on his work,"
was Eleanor's precocious statement.
Polly said nothing to this, as she had much food for thought given her
in Eleanor's words. Rather than pursue a subject that roused her
jealousy because of her brother John, she spurred her horse to gallop
forward to join the others of the party.
"Father, what did you say in your telegram to John?" asked Polly, when
she slowed up beside Sam Brewster.
"Simms and I had to be careful what we said, so no one on the wire
would get wise as to our real meaning, so I wrote out: 'Fine party on
at the ranch. Big doings that Tom and you must be in on.


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