Princess Polly's Gay Winter by Amy Brooks
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she were telling something pleasant. Rose moved uneasily, and Polly
shivered. "Didn't they _ever_ find her?" Polly asked. "I guess not," said Gwen, "and the funny thing is that the story stopped right there, so you see I'll never have any idea whether she ever got out or not." "Oh, I like _pleasant_ stories," Rose said, as she slipped from the wall. In an instant Polly stood beside her, and the two turned toward home, but Gwen had no idea of losing her audience so soon. "Wait a minute," she cried, "and I'll tell you 'bout the girl that fell into the ditch, and had to be pulled out by her hair!" "Oh, _don't_!" cried Polly, and clapping her hands over her ears, she turned, and ran at top speed, followed by Rose. They soon outran Gwen, and were glad to rest. "Did you ever hear such _horrid_ stories?" Polly asked. "Never!" cried Rose, "unless it was other stories that she told at other times. There's the one that she made us listen to when we were over to Lena Lindsey's one day. The one about the ghost that rode down the main street every night at twelve." "Oh, I remember," said Polly. "That was the time that Rob Lindsey said the shivers ran up and down his spine until his back was all _humps_! |
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