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An Old-Fashioned Girl

13. The Sunny Side
"I 'VE won the wager, Tom."
"Did n't know there was one."
"Don't you remember you said Polly would be tired of her teaching and give it up in
three months, and I said she would n't?"
"Well, is n't she?"
"Not a bit of it. I thought she was at one time, and expected every day to have her come
in with a long face, and say she could n't stand it. But somehow, lately, she is always
bright and happy, seems to like her work, and don't have the tired, worried look she
used to at first. The three months are out, so pay up, Tommy."
"All right, what will you have?"
"You may make it gloves. I always need them, and papa looks sober when I want
There was a minute's pause as Fan returned to her practising, and Tom relapsed into
the reverie he was enjoying seated astride of a chair, with his chin on his folded arms.
"Seems to me Polly don't come here as often as she used to," he said, presently.
"No, she seems to be very busy; got some new friends, I believe, old ladies, sewing-
girls, and things of that sort. I miss her, but know she 'll get tired of being goody, and will
come back to me before long."
"Don't be too sure of that, ma'am." Something in Tom's tone made Fan turn round, and
ask, "What do you mean?"
"Well, it strikes me that Sydney is one of Polly's new friends. Have n't you observed that
she is uncommonly jolly, and don't that sort of thing account for it?"
"Nonsense!" said Fanny, sharply.
"Hope it is," coolly returned Tom.
"What put it into your head?" demanded Fanny, twirling round again so that her face
was hidden.