the door-mat, Tom retired to the dining-room, to restore exhausted
nature with half a dozen cookies.

"Ain't you tired to death? Don't you want to lie down?" said Fanny,
sitting on the side of the bed in Polly's room, and chattering hard,
while she examined everything her friend had on.

"Not a bit. I had a nice time coming, and no trouble, except the
tipsy coachman; but Tom got out and kept him in order, so I was
n't much frightened," answered innocent Polly, taking off her
rough-and-ready coat, and the plain hat without a bit of a feather.

"Fiddlestick! he was n't tipsy; and Tom only did it to get out of the
way. He can't bear girls," said Fanny, with a superior air.

"Can't he? Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!" and
Polly opened her eyes with a surprised expression.

"He 's an awful boy, my dear; and if you have anything to do with
him, he 'll torment you to death. Boys are all horrid; but he 's the
horridest one I ever saw."

Fanny went to a fashionable school, where the young ladies were
so busy with their French, German, and Italian, that there was no
time for good English. Feeling her confidence much shaken in the
youth, Polly privately resolved to let him alone, and changed the
conversation, by saying, as she looked admiringly about the large,
handsome room, "How splendid it is! I never slept in a bed with
curtains before, or had such a fine toilet-table as this."