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An Old-Fashioned Girl

the wounded head a gentle pat (Tom never would have forgiven her if she had kissed
him), and said, in a whisper, "I hope you 'll have a good sleep, Tommy, dear."
And Tom nodded back at her, with a hearty "Same to you, Fan."
That was all; but it meant a good deal, for the voices were kind, and the eyes met full of
that affection which makes words of little consequence. Polly saw it; and though she did
n't know that she had made the sunshine, it shone back upon her so pleasantly, that
she fell happily asleep, though her Jimmy was n't there to say "good-night."
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