A Summer in a Canyon by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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felt that Polly was entirely too conceited over the attention she had
received that day, and needed to be 'taken down a peg or two.' 'Red-haired, stuck-up, saucy thing,' she thought, 'how I should like to give her a piece of my mind before I leave this place, if I only dared!' 'I don't need any help, thank you,' she said aloud, in her iciest manner. 'But it will only make your head ache to bend over and tug away at that valise, and I'll be only too glad to do it.' 'I've no doubt of that,' responded Laura, meaningly. 'It is useless for you to make any show of regret over my going, for I know perfectly well that you are glad to get me out of the way.' 'Why, Laura, what do you mean?' exclaimed Polly, completely dazed at this bombshell of candour. 'I mean what I say; and I should have said it before if I could ever have found a chance. Because I didn't mention it at the time, you needn't suppose I've forgotten your getting me into trouble with Mrs. Winship, the day before the Howards came.' 'That was not my fault,' said Polly, hotly. 'I didn't speak any louder than the other girls, and I didn't know Aunt Truth objected to Mrs. Pinkerton, and I didn't know she was anywhere near.' 'You roared like the bull of Bashan--that's what you did. Perhaps |
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