Polly of Pebbly Pit by Lillian Elizabeth Roy
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"Well, I hate to spoil this nice stationery but--here it goes!"
murmured Polly, severing an end of the envelope as if she was the executioner of an innocent victim. "See who it's from, Polly, while I dish up your dinner. Of course you don't care whether you ever eat again, but I would suggest that at least you strive to ward off starvation," remarked her mother, teasingly, as she took a well-filled plate from the oven. "Wh-h-y--of all things!" gasped Polly, as she read the letter quickly. Mrs. Brewster stood waiting to hear more, and Polly gave another hurried glance at the signature before explaining. "It's from Anne Stewart--the girl who used to teach at Bear Forks school that time the teacher got sick and had to leave for a few months. You know--the pretty one with the blonde hair that all the big scholars raved over?" announced Polly. "Oh, yes! The one that you said was so happy to be in this wonderful country?" "Yes, that's the girl! Well, guess what she writes me?" And Polly waved the written sheet above her head. "Polly, have you been writing to her about High School?" hurriedly asked Mrs. Brewster. "I never thought of that! Maybe we can plan it with her," returned Polly, her expression changing instantly to meet the new suggestion of |
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