An Old-Fashioned Girl HTML version
"That was only a slight aberration of his; he knew better all the time. It was your white
cloak and my idiotic behavior the night we went to the opera that put the idea into his
head," said Polly, feeling as if the events of that evening had happened some twenty
years ago, when she was a giddy young thing, fond of gay bonnets and girlish pranks.
"I 'm not going to tell Tom a word about it, but keep it for a surprise till he comes. He will
be here next week, and then we 'll have a grand clearing up of mysteries," said Fan,
evidently feeling that the millennium was at hand.
"Perhaps," said Polly, as her heart fluttered and then sunk, for this was a case where
she could do nothing but hope, and keep her hands busy with Will's new set of shirts.
There is a good deal more of this sort of silent suffering than the world suspects, for the
"women who dare" are few, the women who "stand and wait" are many. But if work-
baskets were gifted with powers of speech, they could tell stories more true and tender
than any we read. For women often sew the tragedy or comedy of life into their work as
they sit apparently safe and serene at home, yet are thinking deeply, living whole heart-
histories, and praying fervent prayers while they embroider pretty trifles or do the weekly