An Old-Fashioned Girl HTML version

mother and the children. How mean the dollar looked all alone! and how long the list
grew when there was nothing to buy the articles.
"I can't make skates for Ned, nor a desk for Will; and those are what they have set their
hearts upon. Father's book and mother's collar are impossible now; and I 'm a selfish
thing to go and spend all my money for myself. How could I do it?" And Polly eyed the
new boots reproachfully, as they stood in the first position as if ready for the party.
"They are lovely; but I don't believe they will feel good, for I shall be thinking about my
lost presents all the time," sighed Polly, pushing the enticing boots out of sight. "I 'll go
and ask grandma what I can do; for if I 've got to make something for every one, I must
begin right away, or I shan't get done;" and off she bustled, glad to forget her remorse in
hard work.
Grandma proved equal to the emergency, and planned something for every one,
supplying materials, taste, and skill in the most delightful manner. Polly felt much
comforted; but while she began to knit a pretty pair of white bed-socks, to be tied with
rose-colored ribbons, for her mother, she thought some very sober thoughts upon the
subject of temptation; and if any one had asked her just then what made her sigh, as if
something lay heavy on her conscience, she would have answered, "Bronze boots."