Put yourself in my place. If you were a young man and loved a girl
as sweet as Polly and were walking home with her on a moonlit
night--"
"I presume there'd be more or less love-making," said the widow.
"She is a pretty thing and has the way of a woman. We were
speaking of you the other day, and she said to me: 'He is
ungrateful. You can teach the primer class for him, and be so good
that you feel perfectly miserable, and give him lessons in dancing,
and put on your best clothes, and make biscuit for him, and then,
perhaps, he'll go out and talk with the hired man.' 'Polly,' said
I, 'you're getting to be very foolish.' 'Well, it comes so easy,'
said she. 'It's my one talent'"
XX
At the Theatre of the Woods
Next day Trove went home. He took with him many a souvenir of his
first term, including a scarf that Polly had knit for him, and the
curious things he took from the Frenchman Leblanc, and which he
retained partly because they were curious and partly because Mrs.
Leblanc had been anxious to get rid of them. He soon rejoined his
class at Hillsborough, having kept abreast of it in history and
mathematics by work after school and over the week's end.
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