a bear, you 'd like it."

"Well, I call that mean! I supposed I 'd got to go; but you said you
'd go, too. Catch me bothering about your friends another time!
No, sir! " And Tom rose from the sofa with an air of indignant
resolution, the impressive effect of which was somewhat damaged
by a tousled head, and the hunched appearance of his garments
generally.

"Now, don't be cross; and I 'll get mamma to let you have that
horrid Ned Miller, that you are so fond of, come and make you a
visit after Polly 's gone," said Fanny, hoping to soothe his ruffled
feelings.

"How long is she going to stay?" demanded Tom, making his toilet
by a promiscuous shake.

"A month or two, maybe. She 's ever so nice; and I shall keep her
as long as she 's happy."

"She won't stay long then, if I can help it," muttered Tom, who
regarded girls as a very unnecessary portion of creation. Boys of
fourteen are apt to think so, and perhaps it is a wise arrangement;
for, being fond of turning somersaults, they have an opportunity of
indulging in a good one, metaphorically speaking, when, three or
four years later, they become the abject slaves of "those bothering
girls."

"Look here! how am I going to know the creature? I never saw her,
and she never saw me. You 'll have to come too, Fan," he added,