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2. New Fashions
"I 'M going to school this morning; so come up and get ready," said Fanny, a day or two
after, as she left the late breakfast-table.
"You look very nice; what have you got to do?" asked Polly, following her into the hall.
"Prink half an hour, and put on her wad," answered the irreverent Tom, whose
preparations for school consisted in flinging his cap on to his head, and strapping up
several big books, that looked as if they were sometimes used as weapons of defence.
"What is a wad?" asked Polly, while Fanny marched up without deigning any reply.
"Somebody's hair on the top of her head in the place where it ought not to be;" and Tom
went whistling away with an air of sublime indifference as to the state of his own "curly
"Why must you be so fine to go to school?" asked Polly, watching Fan arrange the little
frizzles on her forehead, and settle the various streamers and festoons belonging to her
"All the girls do; and it 's proper, for you never know who you may meet. I 'm going to
walk, after my lessons, so I wish you 'd wear your best hat and sack," answered Fanny,
trying to stick her own hat on at an angle which defied all the laws of gravitation.
"I will, if you don't think this is nice enough. I like the other best, because it has a
feather; but this is warmer, so I wear it every day." And Polly ran into her own room, to
prink also, fearing that her friend might be ashamed of her plain costume. "Won't your
hands be cold in kid gloves?" she said, as they went down the snowy street, with a
north wind blowing in their faces.
"Yes, horrid cold; but my muff is so big, I won't carry it. Mamma won't have it cut up, and
my ermine one must be kept for best;" and Fanny smoothed her Bismark kids with an
"I suppose my gray squirrel is ever so much too big; but it 's nice and cosy, and you
may warm your hands in it if you want to," said Polly, surveying her new woollen gloves
with a dissatisfied look, though she had thought them quite elegant before.
"Perhaps I will, by and by. Now, Polly, don't you be shy. I 'll only introduce two or three
of the girls; and you need n't mind old Monsieur a bit, or read if you don't want to. We
shall be in the anteroom; so you 'll only see about a dozen, and they will be so busy,
they won't mind you much."