"I think you are right, my dear; but you have lived in the country,
and have n't yet learned that modesty has gone out of fashion."
And with a good-night kiss, grandma left Polly to dream dreadfully
of dancing in jockey costume, on a great stage; while Tom played
a big drum in the orchestra; and the audience all wore the faces of
her father and mother, looking sorrowfully at her, with eyes like
saucers, and faces as red as Fanny's sash.

CHAPTER II 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 pow."

"Why must you be so fine to go to school?" asked Polly, watching
Fan arrange the little frizzles on her forehead, and settle the