As she gave him her hand, and looked up at him with those confiding eyes of hers,
Tom's gratitude seemed to fly to his head, for, without the slightest warning, he stooped
down and kissed her, a proceeding which startled Polly so that he recovered himself at
once, and retreated into his den with the incoherent apology, "I beg pardon could n't
help it grandma always let me on my birthday."
While Polly took refuge up stairs, forgetting all about Fan, as she sat in the dark with her
face hidden, wondering why she was n't very angry, and resolving never again to
indulge in the delightful but dangerous pastime of playing grandmother.
