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I 've grown meek and am glad of small favors , '' he added , with a merry , sidelong glance from his gray eyes . After that , not a day passed without a call from Polly . Now that her conscience was awakened , she realized that she had rather neglected her friend , and did all that lay in her power to make amends for her past forgetfulness . Her mother encouraged her visits , for she had learned from Mrs. Hapgood that they were a benefit to Alan and a help to herself , so Polly dropped in at her will , morning , noon , or night , and never failed to find a hearty welcome . The other girls laughed a little at her devotion , but it had no effect , so they went on their way , giving the boy the odds and ends of their time , while Polly and Alan spent long , cosy hours together , reading or playing games , with a perfect enjoyment of each other 's society which left them no opportunity to miss their absent friends . Damon and Pythias , the girls called them , and never were two friends more closely united , with a simple , true affection , which , however , had no trace of the consciousness that one was a boy , the other a girl . Two boys could not have been more free from sentimentality , two girls were never farther from any suggestion of budding flirtation .