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Polly , hurrying over the stairs to her own room , kept saying to herself over and over , `` Oh ! how could I have said that -- how could I ? when I want to help him -- and now I have made everything worse . '' `` Polly , '' called Mrs. Fisher , as Polly sped by her door , `` you are going to take the noon train , you know , to-morrow , Mr. King says ; so you can pack in the morning easily . '' `` I 'm not going , Mamsie ; that is -- I hope we are not any of us going , '' said Polly incoherently , as she tried to hurry by . `` Not going ! Polly , child , what do you mean ? ''