Sez I, "Nothin' could keep Polly from actin' like a lady, and mebby it is
because she is so well off herself that makes her sorry for other young
girls that have nothin' but poverty and privation."

"Oh, nonsense!" sez Lorinda. But I knowed jest how it wuz. Polly bein'
surrounded by all the good things money could give, and bein' so
tender-hearted her heart ached for other young girls, who had to spend the
springtime of their lives in the hard work of earnin' bread for themselves
and dear ones, and she longed to help 'em to livin' wages, so they
could exist without the wages of sin, and too many on 'em had to choose
between them black wages and starvation. She wanted to help 'em to better
surroundin's and she knowed the best weepon she could put into their hands
to fight the wolves of Want and Temptation, wuz the ballot. Polly hain't a
mite like her Ma, she favors the Smiths more, her grand-ma on her pa's side
wuz a Smith and a woman of brains and principle.

Durin' my conversation with Lorinda, I inquired about Royal Gray, for as
stated, he wuz a great favorite of ourn, and I found out (and I could see
it gaulded her) that when Polly united with the Suffragists he shied off
some, and went to payin' attention to another girl. Whether it wuz to make
Polly jealous and bring her round to his way of thinkin', I didn't know,
but mistrusted, for I could have took my oath that he loved Polly deeply
and truly. To be sure he hadn't confided in me, but there is a language
of the eyes, when the soul speaks through 'em, and as I'd seen him look
at Polly my own soul had hearn and understood that silent language and
translated it, that Polly wuz the light of his eyes, and the one woman in
the world for him. And I couldn't think his heart had changed so sudden.
But knowin' as I did the elastic nature of manly affection, I felt
dubersome.