Preface to an Old-Fashioned Girl. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott. Preface. As a preface is the only place where an author can with propriety explain a purpose or apologize for shortcomings, I venture to avail myself of the privilege to make a statement for the benefit of my readers. As the first part of an Old-Fashioned Girl was written in 1869, the demand for a sequel in beseeching little letters that made refusal impossible rendered it necessary to carry my hair when boldly forward some six or seven years into the future. The domestic nature of the story makes this audacious proceeding possible. While the lively fancies of my young readers will supply all deficiencies and overlook all discrepancies. This explanation will, I trust, believe those well-regulated minds who cannot conceive of such literary lawlessness from the bewilderment which they suffered when the same experiment was tried in a former book. The Old-Fashioned Girl is not intended as a perfect model, but as a possible improvement upon the girl of the period, who seems sorrowfully ignorant or ashamed of the good old fashions which make woman truly beautiful and honored, and, through her, render home what it should be, a happy place where parents and children, brothers and sisters learn to love and know and help one another. If the history of Polly's girlish experiences suggests a hint or insinuates a lesson, I shall feel that, in spite of many obstacles, I have not entirely neglected my duty toward the little men and women for whom it is an honor and a pleasure to write. Since in them I have always found my kindest patrons, gentlest critics, warmest friends. L. M. A. End of Preface Chapter 1 Of an Old-Fashioned Girl This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. An Old-Fashioned Girl By Louisa May Alcott Chapter 1 Polly Arrives It's time to go to the station, Tom. Come on, then. Oh, I'm not going. It's too wet. Shouldn't have a crimp left if I went out such a day as this, and I want to look nice when Polly comes. You don't expect me to go and bring home a strange girl alone, do you? And Tom looked as much alarmed as if his sister had proposed to him to escort the Wild Woman of Australia. Of course I do. It's your place to go and get her, and if you wasn't a bear, you'd like it. Well, I call that mean. I suppose I'd got to go. But you said you'd go, too. Catch me bothering about your friends another time. No, sir. And Tom rose from the sofa with an air of indignant resolution, the impressive effect of which was somewhat damaged by a tousled head, and the hunched appearance of his garments generally.  How long is she going to stay, demanded Tom, making his toilet by a promiscuous shake. A month or two maybe. She's ever so nice, and I shall keep her as long as she's happy. She won't stay long then if I can help it, muttered Tom, who regarded girls as a very unnecessary portion of creation. Boys of fourteen are apt to think so, and perhaps it is a wise arrangement. For, being fond of turning somersaults, they have an opportunity of indulging in a good one, metaphorically speaking, when three or four years later they become the abject slaves of those bothering girls. Look here! How am I going to know the creature? I never saw her, and she never saw me. You'll have to come too, fan, he added, pausing on his way to the door, arrested by the awful idea that he might have to address several strange girls before he got the right one. You'll find her easy enough. She'll probably be standing round looking for us. I daresay she'll know you, though I'm not there, because I've described you to her. Guess she won't then. And Tom gave a hasty smooth to his curly paint and a glance at the mirror, feeling sure that his sister hadn't done him justice. Sisters never do, as we fellows know too well. Do go along, or you'll be too late. And then what will Polly think of me, cried Fanny, with the impatient poke which is peculiarly aggravating to masculine dignity. She'll think you cared more about your frizzles than your friends, and she'll be about right too. Feeling that he said rather a neat and cutting thing, Tom sauntered leisurely away, perfectly conscious that it was late, but bent on not being hurried while in sight, though he ran himself off his legs to make up for it afterward. If I was the president, I'd make a law to shut up all boys till they were grown, for they certainly are the most provoking toads in the world, said Fanny, as she watched the slouchy figure of her brother strolling down the street. She might have changed her mind, however, if she had followed him, for as soon as he turned the corner, his whole aspect altered. His hands came out of his pockets, he stopped whistling, buttoned his jacket, gave his cap a pull, and went off at a great pace. The train was just in when he reached the station, panting like a racehorse, and as rad as a lobster with the wind in the run. Suppose she'll wear a topknot and a thingum bob, like everyone else, and however shall I know her. Too bad a fan to make me come alone, thought Tom, as he stood watching the crowd stream through the depot, and feeling rather daunted at the array of young ladies who passed. As none of them seemed looking for anyone, he did not accost them, but eyed each new batch with the air of a martyr. That's her, he said to himself, as he presently caught sight of a girl in gorgeous array, standing with her hands folded and a very small hat perched on the top of a very large chignon, as Tom pronounced it. I suppose I've got to speak to her, so here goes. And, nerving himself to the task, Tom slowly approached the damsel, who looked as if the wind had blown her clothes into rags, such a flapping of sashes, scallops, ruffles, curls, and feathers was there. I say, if you please, is your name Polly Milton? meekly asked Tom, pausing before the breezy stranger. No, it isn't, answered the young lady, with a cool stare that utterly quenched him. Where in thunder is she? growled Tom, walking off in high dudgeon. The quick tap of feet behind him made him turn in time to see a fresh-faced little girl running down the long station and looking as if she rather liked it. As she smiled and waved her bag at him, he stopped and waited for her, saying to himself, Hello, I wonder if that's Polly?  Yes, how did you know? And Tom got over the ordeal of handshaking without thinking of it, he was so surprised. Oh, Fan told me you'd got curly hair and a funny nose and kept whistling, and wore a grey cap pulled over your eyes, so I knew you directly. And Polly nodded at him in the most friendly manner, having politely refrained from calling the hair red, the nose a pug, and the cap old, all of which Fax Fanny had carefully impressed upon her memory. Where are your trunks? asked Tom, as he was reminded of his duty by her handing him the bag which he had not offered to take. Father told me not to wait for anyone, else I'd lose my chance of a hack, so I gave my check to a man, and there he is with my trunk. And Polly walked off after her one modest piece of baggage, followed by Tom, who felt a trifle depressed by his own remissness in polite attentions. She isn't a bit of a young lady, think goodness, Fan didn't tell me she was pretty. Don't look like city girls, nor act like them neither, he thought, trudging in the rear, and eyeing with favour the brown curls bobbing along in front.  I do like to ride in these nice hacks, and see all the fine things, and have a good time, don't you? she said, composing herself the next minute, as if it suddenly occurred to her that she was going and visiting. Not much, said Tom, not minding what he said, for the fact that he was shut up with the strange girl suddenly oppressed his soul. How's Fan? Why didn't she come too? asked Polly, trying to look demure, while her eyes danced in spite of her, afraid of spoiling her crinkles. And Tom smiled, for the space betrayal of confidence made him feel his own man again. You and I don't mind dampness, I much obliged to you for coming to take care of me. It was kind of Polly to say that, and Tom felt it, for his red crop was a tender point, and to be associated with Polly's pretty brown curls seemed to lessen its coppery glow. Then he hadn't done anything for her but carry the bag a few steps, yet she thanked him. He felt grateful, and in a burst of confidence offered a handful of peanuts, for his pockets were always supplied with this agreeable delicacy, and he might be traced anywhere by the trail of shells he left behind him. As soon as he had done it, he remembered that Fanny considered them vulgar, and felt that he had disgraced his family. So he stuck his head out of the window and kept it there so long that Polly asked if anything was the matter. Pooh, who cares for a contrived little thing like her, said Tom manfully to himself, and then the spirit of mischief entered in and took possession of him. He's pretty drunk, but I guess he can hold his horses, replied this evil-minded boy with an air of calm resignation. Is the man tipsy?  Are the horses bad? It's very steep here, do you think it's safe? cried poor Polly, making a cocked hat of her little beaver by thrusting it out of the half-open window on her side. There's plenty of folks to pick us up if anything happens, but perhaps it would be safer if I got out and sat with a man, and Tom quite beamed with the brilliancy of this sudden mode of relief. Oh, do if you ain't afraid. Mother would be so anxious if anything should happen to me so far away, cried Polly, much distressed. Don't you be worried. I'll manage the old chap and the horses too. And opening the door, Tom vanished aloft, leaving poor, victimized Polly to quake inside while he placidly reveled in freedom and peanuts outside with the staid old driver. Fanny came flying down to meet her darling Polly as Tom presented her with the graceful remark, I've got her and the air of a dauntless hunter producing the trophies of his skill. Polly was instantly whisked upstairs, and having danced a double shuffle on the doormat, Tom retired to the dining room to restore exhausted nature with half a dozen cookies. Ain't you tired to death? Don't you want to lie down? said Fanny, sitting on the side of the bed in Polly's room and chattering hard while she examined everything her friend had on. Not a bit. I had a nice time coming and no trouble except the tipsy coachman, but Tom got out and kept him in order so I wasn't much frightened, answered innocent Polly, taking off her rough and ready coat and the plain hat without a bit of a feather. Fiddlestick, he wasn't tipsy and Tom only did it to get out of the way. He can't bear girls, said Fanny with a superior air. Can't he? Why I thought he was very pleasant and kind, and Polly opened her eyes with a surprised expression. He's an awful boy, my dear, and if you have anything to do with him he'll torment you to death. Boys are all horrid, but he's the horridest one I ever saw. Fanny went to a fashionable school, where the young ladies were so busy with their French, German, and Italian that there was no time for good English, feeling her confidence much shaken in the youth. Polly privately resolved to let him alone, and changed the conversation by saying, as she looked admiringly about the large, handsome room, how splendid it is. I never slept in a bed with curtains before or had such a fine toilet table as this. I'm glad you like it. But don't, for mercy's sake, say such things before the other girls, replied Fanny, wishing Polly would wear earrings as everyone else did. Why not? asked the country mouse of the city mouse, wondering what harm there was in liking other people's pretty things and saying so. Oh, they laugh at everything the least bit odd, and that isn't pleasant. Fanny didn't say country-fied, but she meant it, and Polly felt uncomfortable. So she shook out her little black silk apron with a thoughtful face, and resolved not to allude to her own home if she could help it. I'm so poorly. Mama says I needn't go to school regularly, while you are here, only two or three times a week just to keep up my music and French. You can go too if you like. Papa said so. Do it such fun, cried Fanny, quite surprising her friend by this unexpected fondness for school. I should be afraid if all the girls dress as finely as you do, and know as much, said Polly, beginning to feel shy at the thought. La child, you needn't mind that. I'll take care of you, and fix you up so you won't look odd. Am I odd? asked Polly, struck by the word and hoping it didn't mean anything very bad.  So your ways ain't like ours, you see, began Fanny, finding it rather hard to explain. How different, asked Polly again, for she liked to understand things.  I am a little girl, so why shouldn't I? And Polly looked at her simple blue merino frock, stout boots, and short hair with a puzzled air. You are fourteen, and we consider ourselves young ladies at that age, continued Fanny, surveying with complacency the pile of hair on the top of her head, with a fringe of fuzz round her forehead, and a wavy lock streaming down her back.  There was a locket on her neck, earrings tinkling in her ears, watch and chain at her belt, and several rings on a pair of hands that would have been improved by soap and water. Polly's eye went from one little figure to the other, and she thought that Fanny looked the oddest of the two, for Polly lived in a quiet country town, and knew very little of city fashions. She was rather impressed by the elegance about her, never having seen Fanny's home before, as they got acquainted while Fanny paid a visit to a friend who lived near Polly. But she didn't let the contrast between herself and fan trouble her. For in a minute she laughed and said, contentedly, My mother likes me to dress simply, and I don't mind. I shouldn't know what to do rigged up as you are. Don't you ever forget to lift your sash and fix those puffy things when you sit down? Before Fanny could answer, a scream from below made both listen. It's only mod. She fusses all day long, began Fanny, and the words were hardly out of her mouth when the door was thrown open and a little girl of six or seven came roaring in. She stopped at sight of Polly, stared a minute, then took up her roar just where she left it and cast herself into Fanny's lap, exclaiming wrathfully, Tom's laughing at me, make him stop. What did you do to set him going? Don't scream so you'll frighten Polly. And Fanny gave the cherub a shake, which produced an explanation. I only said we had cold cream at the party last night and he laughed. Ice cream, child. And Fanny followed Tom's reprehensible example. I don't care, it was cold and I warmed mine at the wedgester and then it was nice. Only Willie Bliss spilt it on my new Gabrielle. And mod wailed again over her accumulated woes.  Katie don't amuse me and I must be amused because I'm fwecious. Mama said I was, sobbed mod, evidently laboring under the delusion that fractiousness was some interesting malady. Come down and have dinner, that will amuse you. And Fanny got up, pluming herself as a bird does before its flight. Polly hoped the dreadful boy would not be present, but he was and stared at her all dinner time in a most trying manner. Mr. Shaw, a busy looking gentleman, said, How do you do, my dear? Hope you'll enjoy yourself. And then appeared to forget her entirely. Mrs.  Madam Shaw, a quiet old lady, with an imposing cap, exclaimed unseeing Polly. Plus my heart, the image of her mother, a sweet woman, how is she dear? And kept peering at the newcomer over her glasses till, between Madam and Tom, poor Polly lost her appetite. Fanny chatted like a magpie, and mod fidgeted, till Tom proposed to put her under the big dish cover which produced such an explosion that the young lady was born screaming away by the much enduring Katie. It was altogether an uncomfortable dinner, and Polly was very glad when it was over. They all went about their own affairs, and after doing the honors of the house, Fanny was called to the dressmaker, leaving Polly to amuse herself in the great drawing room. Polly was glad to be alone for a few minutes, and, having examined all the pretty things about her, began to walk up and down over the soft, flowery carpet, humming to herself, as the daylight faded, and only the ruddy glow of the fire filled the room. Presently Madam came slowly in, and sat down in her armchair, saying, That's a fine old tune, sing it to me, my dear, I haven't heard it this many a day. Polly didn't like to sing before strangers, for she had had no teaching but such as her busy mother could give her. But she had been taught the utmost respect for old people, and having no reason for refusing, she directly went to the piano, and did as she was bid. That's the sort of music it's a pleasure to hear. Sing some more, dear, said Madam, in her gentle way, when she had done. Pleased with this praise, Polly sang away in a fresh little voice that went straight to the listener's heart and nestled there. The sweet old tunes that one is never tired of were all Polly's store, and her favorites were scotch-airs, such as Yellow-haired Laddie, Jaco Hazeldine, Down Among the Heather, and Berks of Aberfelde. The more she sung, the better she did it, and when she wound up with A Health to King Charlie, the room quite rung with the stirring music made by the big piano and the little maid. By George, that's a jolly tune, sing it again please, cried Tom's voice, and there was Tom's red head bobbing up over the high back of the chair where he had hidden himself. It gave Polly quite a turn, for she thought no one was hearing her but the old lady dozing by the fire. I can't sing any more, I'm tired, she said, and walked away to Madam in the other room. The red head vanished like a meteor, for Polly's tone had been decidedly cool. The old lady put out her hand, and drawing Polly to her knee, looked into her face with such kind eyes that Polly forgot the impressive cap, and smiled at her confidingly, for she saw that her simple music had pleased her listener, and she felt glad to know it. You mustn't mind my staring, dear," said Madam, softly pinching her rosy cheek. I haven't seen a little girl for so long it does my old eyes good to look at you. Polly thought that a very odd speech, and couldn't help saying, Aren't Fan and Mod little girls too?  Fan has been a young lady this two years, and Mod is a spoiled baby. Your mother's a very sensible woman, my child. What a very queer old lady, thought Polly, but she said, Yes, I'm, respectfully, and looked at the fire. You don't understand what I mean, do you? asked Madam, still holding her by the chin. No, not quite. Well, dear, I'll tell you, in my day, children of fourteen and fifteen didn't dress in the height of the fashion, go to parties as nearly like those of grown people as it's possible to make them, lead idle, giddy, unhealthy lives, and get Bloss at twenty. We were little folks till eighteen or so, worked and studied, dressed and played like children, honoured our parents, and our days were much longer in the land than now, it seems to me. The old lady appeared to forget Polly at the end of her speech, for she sat patting the plump little hand that lay in her own, and looking up at a faded picture of an old gentleman with a ruffled shirt and a queue. Was he your father, Madam? Yes, dear, my honoured father. I did up his frills to the day of his death, and the first money I ever earned was five dollars, which he offered as a prize to whichever of his six girls would lay the handsomest darn in his silk stockings. How proud you must have been, cried Polly, leaning on the old lady's knee with an interested face. Yes, and we all learned to make bread and cook and wore little chintz gowns and wore as gay and hearty as kittens. All lived to be grandmothers and fathers, and I'm the last, seventy next birthday, my dear, and not worn out yet, though daughter Shaw is an invalid at forty. That's the way I was brought up, and that's why fan calls me old fashioned, I suppose. Tell more about your papa, please, I like it, said Polly. Say, father, we never called him papa, and if one of my brothers had addressed him as governor, as boys do now, I really think he'd have cut him off with a shilling. Madam raised her voice in saying this, and nodded significantly. But a mild snore from the other room seemed to assure her that it was a waste of shot to fire in that direction. Before she could continue, in came Fanny with the joyful news that Clara Bird had invited them both to go to the theatre with her that very evening and would call for them at seven o'clock. Polly was so excited by this sudden plunge into the dissipations of city life that she flew about like a distracted butterfly and hardly knew what happened till she found herself seated before the great green curtain in the brilliant theatre. Old Mr. Bird sat on one side, Fanny on the other, and both let her alone, for which she was very grateful as her whole attention was so absorbed in the scene around her that she couldn't talk. Polly had never been much to the theatre, and the few plays she had seen were the good old fairy tales dramatized to suit young beholders, lively, bright, and full of the harmless nonsense which brings the laugh without the blush. That night she saw one of the new spectacles which have lately become the rage and run for hundreds of nights, dazzling, exciting, and demoralizing the spectator by every allurement French ingenuity can invent and American prodigality execute. Never mind what its name was, it was very gorgeous, very vulgar, and very fashionable, so of course it was much admired, and everyone went to see it. At first Polly thought she had gotten into fairyland and saw only the sparkling creatures who danced and sung in a world of light and beauty, but presently she began to listen to the songs and conversation, and then the illusion vanished, for the lovely phantom sang negro melodies, talk slang, and were a disgrace to the good old fashioned elves whom she knew and loved so well. Our little girl was too innocent to understand half the jokes, and often wondered what people were laughing at. But as the first enchantment subsided, Polly began to feel uncomfortable, to be sure her mother wouldn't like to have her there, and to wish she hadn't come. Somehow, things seemed to get worse and worse as the play went on, for our small spectator was being rapidly enlightened by the gossip going on all about her, as well as by her own quick eyes and girlish instincts. When four and twenty girls, dressed as jockeys, came prancing onto the stage, cracking their whips, stamping the heels of their top boots, and winking at the audience, Polly did not think it at all funny, but looked disgusted, and was glad when they were gone. But when another set appeared in a costume consisting of gauze wings and a bit of gold fringe round the waist, poor, unfashionable Polly didn't know what to do, for she felt both frightened and indignant, and sat with her eyes on her playbill, and her cheeks getting hotter and hotter every minute. What are you blushing so for, asked Fanny, as the painted silks vanished?  You little goose, it's just the way it was done in Paris, and the dancing is splendid. It seems queer at first, but you'll get used to it, as I did. I'll never come again, said Polly, decidedly, for her innocent nature rebelled against the spectacle, which, as yet, gave her more pain than pleasure. She did not know how easy it was to get used to it, as Fanny did, and it was well for her that the temptation was not often offered. She could not explain the feeling, but she was glad when the play was done, and they were safe at home, where kind Grandma was waiting to see them comfortably into bed. Did you have a good time, dear? she asked, looking at Polly's feverish cheeks and excited eyes. I don't wish to be rude, but I didn't, answered Polly. Some of it was splendid, but a good deal of it made me want to go under the seat. People seemed to like it, but I don't think it was proper. As Polly freed her mind, and emphasized her opinion with a decided wrap of the boot she had just taken off, Fanny laughed and said, while she pirouetted about the room, like Mademoiselle to race. Polly was shocked, Grandma. Her eyes were as big as saucers, her face as red as my sash, and once I thought she was going to cry. Some of it was rather queer, but of course it was proper, or all our set wouldn't go. I heard Mrs. Smythe Perkins say, it was charming, so like dear Paris, and she has lived abroad, so of course she knows what is what. I don't care if she has. I know it wasn't proper for little girls to see, or I shouldn't have been so ashamed, cried sturdy Polly, perplexed, but not convinced, even by Mrs. Smythe Perkins. I think you are right, my dear, but you have lived in the country, and haven't yet learned that modesty has gone out of fashion. And with a good night kiss, Grandma left Polly to dream dreadfully of dancing in jockey costume on a great stage, while Tom played a big drum in the orchestra, and the audience all wore the faces of her father and mother, looking sorrowfully at her, with eyes like saucers and faces as red as Fanny's sash. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of an Old-Fashioned Girl. This is a LibriVox recording. While LibriVox recordings are in the public domain, for more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa Mayalkott. Chapter 2. New Fashions. I'm going to school this morning, so come up and get ready, said Fanny, a day or two after, as she left the late breakfast table. You look very nice. What have you got to do, asked Polly, following her into the hall? Prank half an hour and put on her wad, answered the irreverent Tom, whose preparations for school consisted in flinging his cap onto his head and strapping up several big books that looked as if they were sometimes used as weapons of defense. What is a wad, asked Polly, while Fanny marched up without daining any reply. Somebody's hair on the top of her head in the place where it ought not to be, and Tom went whistling away with an air of sublime indifference as to the state of his own curly pal. Why must you be so fine to go to school, asked Polly, watching Fanny range the little frizzles on her forehead and settle the various streamers and festoons belonging to her dress? All the girls do, and it's proper, for you never know who you may meet. I'm going to walk after my lessons, so I wish you'd wear your best hat and sack, answered Fanny, trying to stick her own hat on at an angle which defied all the laws of gravitation. I will, if you don't think this is nice enough. I like the other best, because it has a feather, but this is warmer, so I wear it every day. And Polly ran into her own room to prank also, fearing that her friend might be ashamed of her plain costume. Won't your hands be cold in kid gloves, she said, as they went down the snowy street with the north wind blowing in their faces. Yes, horrid cold, but my muff is so big I won't carry it. Mama won't have it cut up, and my ermine one must be kept for best. And Fanny smoothed her Bismarck kids with an injured air. I suppose my gray squirrel is ever so much too big, but it's nice and cozy and you may warm your hands in it if you want to, said Polly, surveying her new woolen gloves with a dissatisfied look, though she had thought them quite elegant before. Perhaps I will, by and by. Now Polly, don't you be shy. I'll only introduce two or three of the girls, and you need to mind almost your bit, or read if you don't want to. We shall be in the enter room, so you'll only see about a dozen, and they will be so busy they won't mind you much. I guess I won't read, but sit and look on. I like to watch people, everything is so new and queer here. But Polly did feel and look very shy, when she was ushered into a room full of young ladies as they seemed to her, all very much dressed, all talking together and all turning to examine the newcomer with a cool stare which seemed to be as much the fashion as eyeglasses. They nodded affably when Fanny introduced her, said something civil, and made room for her at the table round which they sat waiting for Monsieur. Several of the more frolics and were imitating the Grecian bend, some were putting their heads together over little notes, nearly all were eating confectionery, and the entire twelve chattered like magpies. Being politely supplied with caramels, Polly sat looking and listening, feeling very young and contrived among these elegant young ladies. Girls, do you know that Carrie has gone abroad? There has been so much talk, her father couldn't bear it, and took the whole family off. Isn't that gay? said one lively damsel who had just come in. I should think they'd better go. My mama says, if I'd been going to that school, she'd have taken me straight away, answered another girl, with an important air. Carrie ran away with an Italian music teacher, and it got into the papers and made a great stir. Explain the first speaker to Polly, who looked mystified. How dreadful, cried Polly. I think it was fun. She was only sixteen, and he was perfectly splendid, and she has plenty of money, and everyone talked about it. And when she went anywhere, people looked, you know, and she liked it. But her papa is an old poke, so he sent them all away. It's too bad, for she was the jolliest thing I ever knew. Polly had nothing to say to lively Miss Bell. But Fanny observed, I like to read about such things, but it's so inconvenient to have it happen right here, because it makes it harder for us. I wish you could have heard my papa go on. He threatened to send a maid to school with me every day, as they do in New York, to be sure I come all right. Did you ever? That's because it came out that Carrie used to forge excuses in her mama's name, and go prominating with her oreste, when they thought her safe at school. Oh, wasn't she a slime minx? cried Bell, as if she rather admired the trick. I think a little fun is all right, and there's no need of making a talk, if now and then someone does run off like Carrie. Boys do as they like, and I don't see why girls need to be kept so dreadfully close. I'd like to see anybody watching and guarding me, added another dashing young lady. It would take a policeman to do that tricks, or a little man in a tall hat, said Fanny, slyly, which caused a general laugh, and made Beatrice toss her head coquettishly. Oh, have you read The Phantom Bride? It's perfectly thrilling. There's a regular rush for it at the library, but some prefer breaking a butterfly. Which do you like best? Asked a pale girl of Polly, in one of the momentary lulls which occurred. I haven't read either. You must, then. I adore Guy Livingston's books, and Yates's. Weed is on my delight. Only they are so long I get worn out before I'm through. I haven't read anything but one of the mulback novels since I came. I like those, because there's history in them, said Polly, glad to have a word to say for herself. Those are well enough for improving reading, but I like real exciting novels, don't you? Polly was spared the mortification of owning that she had never read any by the appearance of Monsieur, a grey-headed old Frenchman, who went through his task with the resigned heir of one who was used to being the victim of giggling school girls. The young ladies gabbled over the lesson, wrote an exercise, and read a little French history. But it did not seem to make much impression upon them, though Monsieur was very ready to explain, and Polly quite blushed for her friend. When, on being asked what famous Frenchman fought in our revolution, she answered Le Martin instead of Lafayette. The hour was soon over, and when fan had taken a music lesson in another room while Polly looked on, it was time for recess. The younger girls walked up and down the court, arm in arm, eating bread and butter. Others stayed in the school room to read and gossip. But Belle, Trix and Fanny went to lunch at a fashionable ice cream saloon nearby, and Polly meekly followed, not daring to hint at the gingerbread Grandma had put in her pocket for luncheon. So the honest brown cookies crumbled away in obscurity, while Polly tried to satisfy her hearty appetite on one ice and three macaroons. The girls seemed in great spirits, particularly after they were joined by a short gentleman with such a young face that Polly would have called him a boy if he had not worn a tall beaver. Ascorted by this impressive youth, Fanny left her unfortunate friends to return to school and went to walk, as she called a slow promenade down the most crowded streets. Polly discreetly fell behind and amused herself looking into shop windows, till Fanny, mindful of her manners, even at such an interesting time, took her into a picture gallery and bade her enjoy the works of art while they rested. Obedient Polly went through the room several times, apparently examining the pictures with the interest of a connoisseur, and trying not to hear the mild prattle of the pair in the round seat. But she couldn't help wondering what Fan found so absorbing in an account of a recent German and why she need promise so solemnly not to forget the concert that afternoon. When Fanny rose at last, Polly's tired face reproached her and taking a hasty leave of the small gentleman, she turned homeward, saying confidentially put one hand in Polly's mouth.  I don't care a bit for him, and he likes tricks. Only they have quarreled and he wants to make her mad by flirting a little with me. I scolded him well and he promised to make up with her.  But it won't, began Polly, who not being used to secrets found it very hard to keep even a small one. Don't worry, child, it's none of our business, so we can go and enjoy the music and if other people flirt it won't be our fault, said Fanny impatiently. Of course not, but then if your father don't like you to do so ought you to go.  You will hold your tongue, won't you? Yes, I truly will. I never tell tales. And Polly kept her word, feeling sure Fanny didn't mean to deceive her father since she told her mother everything. Who are you going with? asked Mrs. Shaw when Fanny mentioned that it was concert day just before three o'clock. Only Polly, she likes music and it was so stormy I couldn't go last week, you know, answered Fanny adding as they left the house again if anyone meets us on the way I can't help it, can I? You can tell them not to, can't you? That's rude. Dear me, here's Belle's brother Gus, he always goes is my hair all right and my hat? Before Polly could answer Mr. Gus joined them as a matter of course and Polly soon found herself trotting on behind, feeling that things were not all right, though she didn't know how to mend them. Being fond of music she ignorantly supposed that everyone else went for that alone and was much disturbed by the whispering that went on among the young people around her. Belle and Tricks were there in full dress and in the pauses between different pieces Mrs. Frank and Gus with several other splendid fellows regaled the young ladies with college gossip and bits of news full of interest to judge from the close attention paid to their eloquent remarks. Polly regarded these noble beings with awe and they recognized her existence with the condescension of their sex but they evidently considered her only a quiet little thing and finding her not up to society talk gladly ignored the pretty child and devoted themselves to the young ladies. Fortunately for Polly she forgot all about them in her enjoyment of the fine music which she felt rather than understood and sat listening with such a happy face that several true music lovers watched her smilingly for her heart gave a blithe welcome to the melody which put the little instrument in tune. It was dusk when they went out and Polly was much relieved to find the carriage waiting for them because playing third fiddle was not to her taste and she had had enough of it for one day. I'm glad those men are gone they did worry me so talking when I wanted to hear said Polly as they rolled away. Which did you like best? asked Fanny with a languid air of superiority the plain one who didn't say much he picked up my muff when it tumbled down and took care of me in the crowd the others didn't mind anything about me they thought you were a little girl I suppose my mother says a real gentleman is as polite to a little girl as to a woman so I like Mr. Sydney best because he was kind to me what a sharp child you are Polly I shouldn't have thought you'd mind things like that said Fanny beginning to understand that there may be a good deal of womanliness even in a little girl I'm used to good manners though I do live in the country replied Polly rather warmly for she didn't like to be patronized even by her friends Grandma says your mother is a perfect lady and you are just like her so don't get in a passion with those poor fellows and I'll see that they behave better next time Tom has no manners at all and you don't complain of him added fan with a laugh I don't care if he hasn't he's a boy and acts like one and I can get on with him a great deal better than I can with those men Fanny was just going to take Polly to task for saying those men in such a disrespectful tone when both were startled by a smothered cock-a-doodle-doo from under the opposite seat it's Tom cried Fanny and with the words Tom tumbled that incorrigible boy red in the face and breathless with suppressed laughter seating himself he surveyed the girls as if well satisfied with the success of his prank and waiting to be congratulated upon it did you hear what we were saying demanded Fanny uneasily oh didn't I every word and Tom exalted over them visibly did you ever see such a provoking toad Polly now I suppose you'll go a great story perhaps I shall and perhaps I shan't how Polly did hop when I crowed I heard her squeal and saw her cuddle up her feet and you heard us praise your manners didn't you asked Polly slyly yes and you liked him so I won't tell on you said Tom with a reassuring nod there's nothing to tell ain't there though what do you suppose the governor will say to you girls going on so with those dandies I saw you what has the governor of Massachusetts to do with us asked Polly trying to look as if she meant what she said poo you know who I mean so you needn't try to catch me up as grandma does Tom I'll make a bargain with you cried Fanny eagerly it wasn't my fault that Gus and Frank were there and I couldn't help their speaking to me I do as well as I can and Papa needn't be angry for I behave ever so much better than some of the girls don't I Polly bargain observed Tom with an eye to business if you won't go and make a fuss telling what you'd know right to hear it was so mean to hide and listen I should think you'd be ashamed of it I'll help you tease for your philosophy and won't say a word against it when mama and granny beg Papa not to let you have it will you and Tom pause to consider the offer and all its bearings yes and Polly will help won't you I'd rather not have anything to do with it but I'll be quiet not do any harm why won't you asked Tom curiously because it seems like deceiving well Papa needn't be so fussy said fan petulantly after hearing about that Carrie and the rest I don't wonder he is fussy why don't you tell right out and not do it anymore if you don't want you to said Polly persuasively do you go and tell your father and mother everything right out yes I do and it saves ever so much trouble ain't you afraid of them of course I'm not it's hard to tell sometimes but it's so comfortable when it's over let's was Tom's brief advice mercy me what a fuss about nothing you said Fanny ready to cry with vexation it isn't nothing you know you are forbidden to go gallivanting round with those chaps and that's the reason you're in a pucker now I won't make any bargain and I will tell return Tom seized with a sudden fit of moral firmness will you if I promise never never to do so anymore asked Fanny meekly for when Thomas took matters into his own hands his sister usually submitted in spite of herself I'll think about it and if you behave maybe I won't do it at all I can watch you better than Papa can so if you try it again it's all up with you miss said Tom finding it impossible to resist the pleasure of tyrannizing a little when he got the chance she won't don't plague her anymore and she will be good to you when you get into scrapes answered Polly with her arm round fan I never do and if I did ask a girl to help me out why not I'd ask you in a minute if I was in trouble said Polly in her confiding way would you well I'd put you through as sure as my name's Tom Shaw now then don't slip Polly and Mr. Thomas helped them out with unusual politeness for that friendly little speech gratified him he felt that one person appreciated him and it had a good effect upon manners and temper made rough and belligerent by constant snubbing opposition after tea that evening Fanny proposed that Polly should show her how to make molasses candy as it was cooked holiday and the coast would be clear hoping to propitiate her tormentor fan invited Tom to join in the revel and Polly begged that Mod might sit up and see the fun so all four descended to the big kitchen armed with aprons, hammers, spoons, and pans and Polly assumed command of the forces Tom was set to cracking the nuts and Mod to picking out the meats for the candy was to be tip top fan waited on Polly cook who hovered over the kettle of boiling molasses till her face was the color of a peony now put in the nuts she said at last and Tom emptied his plate into the foamy syrup while the others watched with deep interest the mysterious concoction of this well-beloved sweet meat I pour it into the buttered pan you see and it cools and then we can eat it explain Polly, suiting the action to the word why it's all full of shells exclaimed Mod peering into the pan oh thunder I must have put him in by mistake and ate up all the meats without thinking said Tom trying to conceal his naughty satisfaction as the girls hung over the pan with faces full of disappointment and despair you did it on purpose you horrid boy I'll never let you have anything to do again cried Fan in a passion trying to catch and shake him while he dodged and chuckled in high glee Mod began to wail over her lost delight and Polly gravely poked at the mess which was quite spoiled but her attention was speedily diverted by the squabble going on in the corner for Fanny forgetful of her young ladyism and her sixteen years had boxed Tom's ears and Tom resenting the insult had forcibly seated her in the coal-hod where he held her with one hand while he returned the compliment with the other both were very angry and kept tweeting one another with every aggravation they could invent as they scolded and scuffled presenting a most unlovely spectacle Polly was not a model girl by any means and had her little pets and timpers like the rest of us but she didn't fight scream and squabble with her brothers and sisters in this disgraceful way and was much surprised to see her elegant friend in fashion oh don't please don't you'll hurt her Tom let him go Fanny it's no matter about the candy we can make some more cried Polly trying to part them and looking so distressed that they stopped ashamed and in a moment sorry that she should see such display of temper I ain't going to be hustled round so you'd better let me alone fan said Tom drawing off with a threatening wag of the head adding in a different tone I only put the shells in for fun Polly you cook another kettle full and I'll pick you some meats all fair will you it's pretty hot work and it's a pity to waste things but I'll try again if you want me to said Polly with a patient sigh for her arms were tired and her face uncomfortably hot we don't want you get away said Mod shaking a sticky spoon at him keep quiet cry baby I'm going to stay and help main type Polly bears like sweet things so you want some candy I guess where's the molasses we've used up all there was in the jug said Polly good naturedly beginning again down seller I'll get it and taking the lamp and jug Tom departed bent on doing his duty now like a saint the moment his light vanished Fanny bolted the door saying thankfully now we are safe from any more tricks let him thump and call it only serves him right and when the candy is done we'll let the rascal out how can we make it without molasses asked Polly thinking that would settle the matter there's plenty in the store room no you shan't let him up till I'm ready he's got to learn that I'm not to be shaken by a little chit like him make your candy and let him alone or I'll go and tell Papa and then Tom I'm sure Polly thought it wasn't fair but Maude clamored for her candy and finding she could do nothing to a peace fan Polly devoted her mind to her cookery till the nuts were safely in and a nice pan full set in the yard to cool a few bangs at the locked door a few threats of vengeance from the prisoner such as setting the house on fire drinking up the wine and mashing the jelly pots and then all was so quiet that he couldn't get out anywhere and as soon as we've cut up the candy we'll unbolt the door and run come and get a nice dish to put it in said fan when Polly proposed to go haves with Tom lest he should come bursting in somehow and seize the hole when they came down with the dish in which to set forth their treat and open the back door to find it imagine their dismay on discovering that it was gone pan candy and all utterly and mysteriously a general lament arose when a careful rummage left no hopes for the fates had evidently decreed that candy was not to prosper on this unperpicious night the hot pan is melted and sunk in the snow perhaps said Fanny digging into the drift where it was left those old cats have got it I guess suggested Maud too much overwhelmed by this second blow to howl as usual the gate isn't locked and some beggar has stolen it I hope it will do him good added Polly turning from her exploring expedition if Tom could get out I should think he'd carried it off but not being a rat he can't go through the bits of windows so it wasn't him said Fanny disconsoletly for she began to think this double loss a punishment for letting angry passions rise let's open the door and tell him about it proposed Polly he'll crawl over us no we'll open it and go to bed and come out when he likes provoking boy if he hadn't plagued us so we should have had a nice time unbolting the cellar door the girls announced to the invisible captive that they were through and then departed much depressed halfway up the second flight they all stopped as suddenly as if they had seen a ghost for looking over the banisters was Tom's face crocky but triumphant and in either hand a junk of candy which he waved above them as he vanished with the tantalizing remark don't you wish you had some how in the world did he get out? cried Fanny steadying herself after a start that nearly sent all three tumbling downstairs Cole whole answered a spectral voice from the gloom above good gracious he must have poked up the cover climbed into the street stole the candy and sneaked in at the shed window while we were looking for it cats got it didn't they jeered the voice in a tone that made Polly sit down and laugh till she couldn't laugh any longer just give Maud a bit she's so disappointed Fen and I are sick of it and so will you be if you eat it all called Polly when she got her breath go to bed Maudie and look under your pillow when you get there was the irracular reply that came down to them as Tom's door closed after a jubilant solo on the tin pan the girls went to bed tired out and Maud slumbered placidly hugging the sticky bundle found where molasses candy is not often discovered Polly was very tired and soon fell asleep but Fanny who slept with her lay awake longer than usual thinking about her troubles for her head ached and the dissatisfaction that follows anger would not let her rest with the tranquility that made the rosy face in the little round nightcap such a pleasant sight to see as it lay beside her the gas was turned down but Fanny saw a figure and a grey wrapper creep by her door and presently return pausing to look in who is it she cried so loud that Polly woke only me dear answered grandma's mild voice poor Tom has got a dreadful toothache and I came down to find some creosote for him he told me not to tell you I can't find the bottle and don't want to disturb mama it's in my closet old Tom will pay for his trick this time said Fanny in a satisfied tone I thought he'd get enough of our candy, laughed Polly and then they fell asleep leaving Tom to the delights of toothache and the tender mercies of kind old grandma End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 of an old fashioned girl this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org an old fashioned girl by Louisa Mayalkott Chapter 3 Polly's Troubles Polly soon found that she was in a new world a world where the manners and customs were so different from the simple ways at home and she felt like a stranger in a strange land and often wished that she had not come in the first place she had nothing to do but lounge and gossip, read novels parade the streets and dress and before a week was gone she was as heartily sick of all this as a healthy person would be who attempted to live on confectionary Fanny liked it because she was used to it and had never known anything better but Polly had shut up in a gilded cage nevertheless she was much impressed by the luxuries all about her enjoyed them wished she owned them and wondered why the Shaw's were not a happier family she was not wise enough to know where the trouble lay she did not attempt to say which of the two lives was the right one she only knew which she liked best and supposed it was merely another of her old fashioned ways Fanny's friends did not interest her much she was rather afraid of them they seemed so much older and wiser than herself even those younger in years they talked about things of which she knew nothing and when Fanny tried to explain she didn't find them interesting indeed some of them rather shocked and puzzled her so the girls let her alone being civil when they met but evidently feeling that she was too odd to belong to their set then she turned to mod for companionship for her own little sister was excellent company and Polly loved her dearly but Miss Mod was much absorbed in her own affairs for she belonged to a set also and these mites of five and six had their musicals their parties, receptions and promenades as well as their elders and the chief idea of their little lives seemed to be to ape the fashionable follies they should have been too innocent to understand mod had her tiny card case and paid calls like mama and fan her box of dainty gloves her jewel drawer her crimping pens as fine and fanciful a wardrobe is a Paris doll and a French maid to dress her Polly couldn't get on with her at first her mod didn't seem like a child and often corrected Polly in her conversation in manners though little Mademoiselle's own were anything but perfect now and then when mod felt poorly or had a flaxious turn for she had nerves as well as mama she would go to Polly to be amused for her gentle ways and kind forbearance soothed the little fine lady better than anything else Polly enjoyed these times and told stories, played games or went out walking just as mod liked slowly and surely winning the child's heart and relieving the whole house of the young tyrant who ruled it Tom soon got over staring at Polly and at first did not take much notice of her for in his opinion girls didn't amount to much anyway and considering the style of girl he knew most about Polly quite agreed with him he occasionally refreshed himself by teasing her to see how she'd stand it and cause Polly much anguish of spirit for she never knew where he would take her next he bounced out at her from behind doors booed at her in dark entries clutched her feet as she went upstairs startled her by shrill whistles right in her ear or sudden tweaks of the hair as he passed her in the street and as sure as there was company to dinner he fixed his round eyes on her and never took them off till she was reduced to a piteous state of confusion and distress she used to beg him not to plague her but he said he did it for her good she was too shy and needed toughening like the other girls in vain she protested that she didn't want to be like the other girls in that respect he only laughed in her face stuck his red hair straight up all over his head and glared at her till she fled in dismay yet Polly rather liked Tom for she soon saw that he was neglected hustled out of the way and left to get on pretty much by himself she often wondered why his mother didn't pet him as she did the girls why his father ordered him about as if he was a born rebel and took so little interest in his only son Fanny considered him a bear and was ashamed of him but never tried to polish him up a bit and Maude and he lived together like a cat and dog who did not belong to a happy family Grandma was the only one who stood by poor old Tom and Polly more than once discovered him doing something kind for Madame and seeming very much ashamed when it was found out he wasn't respectful at all he called her the old lady and told her he wouldn't be fussed over but when anything was the matter he always went to the old lady and was very grateful for the fussing Polly liked him for this and often wanted to speak of it but she had a feeling that it wouldn't do for in praising their affection she was reproaching others with neglect so she held her tongue and thought about it all the more Grandma was rather neglected too and perhaps that is the reason why Tom and she were such good friends she was even more old fashioned than Polly but people didn't seem to mind it so much in her as her day was supposed to be over and nothing was expected of her but to keep out of everybody's way and to be handsomely dressed when she appeared before people Grandma had a quiet, solitary life in her own rooms full of old furniture pictures, books and relics of a past for which no one cared but herself her son went up every evening for a little call was very kind to her and saw that she wanted nothing money could buy but he was a busy man so intent on getting rich that he had no time to enjoy what he already possessed Madam never complained interfered or suggested but there was a sad sort of quietude about her a wistful look in her faded eyes as if she wanted something which money could not buy and when children were near she hovered about them evidently longing to cuddle and caress them as only grandmothers can Polly felt this and as she missed the home petting gladly showed that she liked to see the quiet old face brighten as she entered the solitary room where few children came except the phantoms of little sons and daughters who to the motherly heart that loved them never faded or grew up Polly wished the children would be kinder to Grandma but it was not for her to tell them so although it troubled her a good deal and she could only try to make up for it by being as dutiful and affectionate as if their grandma was her own another thing that disturbed Polly was the want of exercise to dress up and parade certain streets for an hour every day to stand talking in doorways or drive out in a fine carriage was not the sort of exercise she liked and fan would take no other indeed she was so shocked when Polly one day proposed a run down the mall that her friend never dared suggest such a thing again at home Polly ran and rode coasted and skated jumped rope in Ray Tay worked in her garden and rode her boat so no wonder she longed for something more lively than a daily promenade with a flock of giddy girls who tilted along in high healed boots and costumes which made Polly ashamed to be seen with some of them so she used to slip out alone sometimes when Fanny was absorbed in novels, company or millinery and get fine brisk walks around the park on the unfashionable side where the babies took their earrings where she went inside to watch the boys coasting and to wish she could coast too as she did at home she never went far and always came back rosy and gay one afternoon just before dinner she felt so tired of doing nothing that she slipped out for a run it had been a dull day but the sun was visible now setting brightly below the clouds it was cold but still and Polly trotted down the smooth snow-covered mall humming to herself and trying not to feel homesick the coasters were at it with all their might and she watched them till her longing to join the fun grew irresistible on the hill some little girls were playing with their sleds real little girls in warm hoods and coats rubber boots and mittens and Polly felt drawn toward them in spite of her fear of fan I want to go down but I daresoned it so steep said one of these common children as Maude called them if you'll lend me your sled and sit in my lap I'll take you down all nice answered Polly in a confidential tone the little girls took a look at her seemed satisfied and accepted her offer Polly looked carefully round to see that no fashionable eye beheld the awful deed and finding all safe settled her freight and spun away downhill some excitement of swift motion which makes coasting such a favorite pastime with the more sensible portion of the child world one after another she took the little girls down the hill and dragged them up again while they regarded her in the light of a gray-coated angel descended for their express benefit Polly was just finishing off with one delicious go all by herself when she heard a familiar whistle behind her and before she could get off up came Tom looking as much astonished he had found her mounted on an elephant hello Polly what'll fan say to you was his polished salutation don't know and don't care coasting is no harm I like it and I'm going to do it now I've got a chance so clear the lullah and away went independent Polly with her hair blowing in the wind and an expression of genuine enjoyment which a very red nose didn't damage in the least good for you Polly Polly himself upon his sled with the most reckless disregard for his ribs off whizzed Tom after her and came alongside just as she rained up general grant on the broad path below oh won't you get it when we go home cried the young gentleman even before he changed his graceful attitude I shaint if you don't go and tell but of course you will added Polly sitting still while an anxious expression began to steal over her happy face just won't then return Tom with the natural perversity of his tribe if they ask me I shall tell of course if they don't ask I think there's no harm in keeping still I shouldn't have done it if I hadn't known my mother was willing but I don't wish to trouble your mother by telling of it do you think it was very dreadful of me asked Polly looking at him I think it was downright jolly and I won't tell if you don't want me to now come up and have another said Tom heartily just one more the little girls want to go, this is their sled let him take it, it isn't good for much and you come on mine Mazzep is a stunner, you see if he isn't so Polly tucked herself up in front Tom hung on behind in some mysterious manner and Mazzep approved that he fully merited his master's sincere if inelegant praise they got on capitally now for Tom was in his proper sphere his best side being civil and gay in the bluff boy fashion that was natural to him while Polly forgot to be shy and liked this sort of toughening much better than the other they laughed and talked and kept taking just one more till the sunshine was all gone and the clocks struck dinnertime we shall be late let's run said Polly as they came into the path after the last coast you just sit still and I'll get you home in a jiffy Tom packed herself Tom trotted off with her at a fine pace here's a pair of cheeks I wish you'd get a color like this fanny said Mr. Shaw as Polly came into the dining room after smoothing her hair your nose is as red as that cranberry sauce answered fan coming out of the big chair where she had been curled up for an hour or two deep in lady oddly secret so it is said Polly shutting one eye to look at the offending feature never mind I've had a good time anyway she added giving a little prance in her chair I don't see much fun in these cold runs you're so fond of taking said fanny with yawn and a shiver perhaps you would if you tried it and Polly laughed as she glanced at Tom did you go alone dear asked grandma patting the rosy cheek beside her yes I'm but I met Tom and we came home together Polly's eyes twinkled when she said that and Tom choked in his soup Thomas leave the table commanded Mr. Shaw as his incorrigible son gurgled and gasped behind his napkin please don't send him away sir I made him laugh said Polly penitently what's the joke I shouldn't think you'd make him laugh when he's always making you quiet observed Maude who had just come in what have you been doing now sir Mr. Shaw as Tom emerged red and saw him from his brief obscurity nothing but coast he said gruffly for Papa was always lecturing him and letting the girls do just as they liked so was Polly I saw her me and Blanche were coming home just now and we saw her and Tom whiting down the hill on his sled and then he dwegged her ever so far cried Maude with her mouth full you didn't and Fanny dropped her fork with a scandalized face yes I did and liked it ever so much answered Polly looking anxious but resolute did anyone see you cried Fanny only some little girls and Tom it was horribly improper and Tom ought to have told you so if you didn't know any better I should be mortified to death if any of my friends saw you added fan much disturbed now don't you scold it's no harm and Polly shall coast if she wants to main she grandma gallantly coming to the rescue and securing a powerful ally my mother lets me and if I don't go among the boys I can't see what harm there is in it said Polly before Madam could speak people do many things in the country that are not proper here began Mrs. Shaw and her reproving tone let the child do it if she likes and take Maude with her to a girl in my house interrupted Mr. Shaw and that was the end of it thank you sir said Polly gratefully and nodded at Tom who telegraphed back alright and fell upon his dinner with the appetite of a young wolf oh you slide boots you're getting up a flirtation with Tom are you whispered Fanny to her friend as if much amused what and Polly looked so surprised ashamed of herself and changed the subject by telling her mother she needed some new gloves Polly was very quiet after that and the minute dinner was over she left the room to go and have a quiet think about the whole matter before she got halfway upstairs she saw Tom coming after and immediately sat down to guard her feet he laughed and said as he perched himself on the post of the banisters I won't grab you on her bright I just wanted to say we'll have a good coast no said Polly I can't come why not are you mad I didn't tell and Tom looked amazed at the change which had come over her no you kept your word and stood by me like a good boy I'm not mad either but I don't mean to coast anymore your mother don't like it that isn't the reason I know you nodded to me after she freed her mind and you meant to go then come now what is it I shan't tell you but I'm not going was Polly's determined answer well I did think you had more sense than most girls but you haven't and I wouldn't give a sixpence for you that's polite said Polly getting ruffled well I hate cowards I ain't a coward yes you are you're afraid of what folks will say ain't you now Polly knew she was and held her peace though she longed to speak but how could she I knew you'd back out and Tom walked away with an air of scorn that cut Polly to the heart it's too bad just as he was growing kind to me and I was going to have a good time it's all spoiled by fans' nonsense Mrs. Shaw don't like it nor grandma either I dare say there'll be a fuss if I go and fan will plague me so I'll give it up and let Tom think I'm afraid oh dear I never did see such ridiculous people Polly shut her door hard and felt ready to cry with vexation that her pleasure should be spoiled by such a silly idea for of all the silly freaks of this fast age that of little people playing at love is about the silliest Polly had been taught that it was a very serious and sacred thing and according to her notions it was far more improper to flirt with one boy than to coast with a dozen she had been much amazed only the day before to hear Maud say to her mother mama must I have a bow the girls all do and say I ought to have Fwedi level but I don't like him as well as how we flisk oh yes I'd have a little sweetheart dear it's so cunning answered Mrs. Shaw and Maud announced soon after that she was engaged to Fwedi because Haley slapped her when she proposed the match Polly laughed with the rest at the time but when she thought of it afterward wondered what her own mother would have said if little Kitty had put such a question she didn't find it cunning or funny but ridiculous and unnatural she felt so now about herself and when her first petulance was over resolved to give up coasting and everything else rather than have any nonsense with Tom who thanks to his neglected education was as ignorant as herself of the charms of this new amusement for school children so Polly tried to console herself by jumping rope in the backyard and playing tag with Maud in the drying room where she likewise gave lessons in Naz Jimnicks as Maud called it which did that little person good Fanny came up sometimes to teach them a new dancing step and more than once was betrayed into a game for which she was none the worse but Tom turned a cold shoulder to Polly and made it evident by his cavalier manner that he really didn't think her worth a sixpence another thing that troubled Polly was her clothes for though no one said anything she knew they were very plain and now and then she wished that her blue and mouse colored marinos were rather more trimmed her sashes had bigger bows and her little ruffles more lace on them she sighed for a locket and for the first time in her life thought seriously of turning up her pretty curls and putting on a wad she kept these discontents to herself however after she had written to ask her mother she might have her best dress altered like Fanny's and received this reply no dear the dress is proper and becoming as it is and the old fashion of simplicity the best for all of us I don't want my Polly to be loved for her clothes but for herself where the plain frocks mother took such pleasure in making for you and let the Panniers go the least of us have some influence in this big world and perhaps my little girl can do some good by showing others that a contented heart and a happy face are better ornaments than any Paris can give her you want a locket dearie so I send one that my mother gave me years ago you will find father's face on one side mine on the other and when things trouble you tell us men and I think the sunshine will come back again of course it did for the best of all magic was shut up in the quaint little case that Polly wore inside her frock and kissed so tenderly each night and morning the thought that insignificant as she was she yet might do some good made her very careful of her acts and words and so anxious to keep head contented and face happy that she forgot her clothes and did the same she did not know it but that good old fashioned of simplicity made the plain gowns pretty and the grace of unconsciousness beautified their little wearer with the charm that makes girlhood sweetest to those who truly love and reverence it one temptation Polly had already yielded to before the letter came and repented heartily of afterward Polly I wish you'd let me call you Marie said Fanny one day as they were shopping together I'm sorry if you like but I won't have any IE put on to my name I'm Polly at home and I'm fond of being called so but Marie is frenchified and silly I spell my own name with an IE and so do all the girls and what a jumble of Netties Nellies Hatties and Sallies there is how Polly would look spelt so well never mind that wasn't what I began to say there's one thing you must have and that is bronze boots said Fan impressively why must I when I've got enough without because it's the fashion to have them and you can't be finished off properly without I'm going to get a pair and so must you don't they cost a great deal eight or nine dollars I believe I have mine charged but it don't matter if you haven't got the money I can lend you some I've got ten dollars to do what I like with but it's meant to get some presents for the children and Polly took out her purse in an undecided way you can make presents easy enough Grandma knows all sorts of nice contrivances they'll do just as well and then you can get your boots well I'll look at them said Polly following Fanny into the store feeling rather rich and important to be shopping in this elegant manner aren't they lovely your foot is perfectly divine in that boot Polly get them from my party you'll dance like a fairy whispered fan Polly surveyed the dainty shining boot with the scalloped top the jaunty heel and the delicate toe thought her foot did look very well in it and after a little pause said she would have them it was all very delightful till she got home and was alone then on looking into her purse the dollar and the list of things she meant to get for mother and the children how mean the dollar looked all alone and how long the list grew when there was nothing to buy with the articles I can't make skates for Ned nor a desk for Will and those are what they have set their hearts upon father's book and mother's collar are impossible now and I'm a selfish thing to go and spend all my money for myself how could I do it Polly eyed the new boots reproachfully as they stood in the first position as if ready for the party they are lovely but I don't believe they will feel good for I shall be thinking about my lost presence all the time pushing the enticing boots out of sight I'll go and ask grandma what I can do for if I've got to make something for everyone I must begin right away or I shan't get done and off she bustled glad to forget her remorse and hard work grandma proved equal to the emergency and planned something for everyone supplying materials, taste and skill in the most delightful manner Polly felt much comforted but while she began to knit a pretty pair of white bed socks to be tied with rose-colored ribbons for her mother she thought some very sober thoughts upon the subject of temptation and if anyone had asked her just then what made her sigh as if something lay heavy on her conscience she would have answered Franz Boots End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of an Old-Fashioned Girl This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 4 Little Things It's so rainy, I can't go out and everybody is so quass they won't play with me, said Maud when Polly found her fretting on the stairs and paused to ask the cause of her wails I'll play with you only don't scream and wake your mother What shall we play? I don't know I'm tired of everything because my toys are all broken and my dolls are all sick but clower moaned Maud giving a jerk to the Paris doll which she held upside down by one leg in an un-maternal manner I'm going to dress a dolly for my little sister wouldn't you like to see me do it as Polly, persuasively hoping to beguile the cross-child and finish her own work at the same time No, I shouldn't because she'll look nicer than my clower her clothes won't come off and Tom spoiled him playing ball with her in the yard Wouldn't you like to rip these clothes off and have me show you how to make some new ones so you can dress and undress Clara as much as you like? Yes, I love to cut and Maud's face brightened for destructiveness is one of the earliest traits of childhood and ripping was Maud's delight establishing themselves in the deserted dining room the children fell to work and when Fanny discovered them Maud was laughing with all her heart at poor Clara who, denuded of her finery was cutting up all sorts of capers in the hands of her merry little mistress I should think you'd be ashamed to play with dolls Pauly I haven't touched one this ever so long, said Fanny looking down with a superior air I ain't ashamed for it keeps Maud happy and will please my sister Kitty and I think sewing is better than pranking or reading silly novels so now and Pauly stitched away with a resolute air for she and Fanny had had a little tiff because Pauly wouldn't let her friend do up her hair like other folks don't be cross dear but come and do something nice it's so dull today, said Fanny anxious to be friends again for it was doubly dull without Pauly can't I'm busy you always are busy I never saw such a girl what in the world do you find to do all the time asked Fanny watching with interest the set of a little red merino frock Pauly was putting onto her doll lots of things but I like to be lazy sometimes as much as you do just lie on the sofa and read fairy stories or think about nothing would you have a white muslin apron or a black silk added Pauly surveying her work with satisfaction muslin with pockets and tiny blue bows I'll show you how and forgetting her hate and contempt for dolls down sat Fanny soon getting as much absorbed as either of the others the dull day brightened wonderfully after that and the time flew pleasantly as tongues and needles went together Grandma peeped in and smiled at the busy group saying, so away my dears dollies are safe companions and needlework an accomplishment that sadly neglected nowadays small stitches mod neat buttonholes fan cut carefully Pauly and don't waste your cloth take pains and the best needlewoman shall have a pretty bit of white satin for a doll's bonnet Fanny exerted herself and won the prize for Pauly helped mod and neglected her own work but she didn't care much for Mr. Shaw said looking at the three bright faces at the tea table I guess Pauly has been making sunshine for you today no indeed sir I haven't done anything only dress mods doll and Pauly didn't think she had done much but it was one of the little things which are always waiting to be done in this world of ours where rainy days come so often where spirits get out of tune and duty won't go hand in hand with pleasure little things of this sort are especially good work for little people a kind little thought an unselfish little act a cheery little word are so sweet and comfortable that no one can fail to feel their beauty and love the giver no matter how small they are mothers do a deal of this sort of thing unseen unthanked but felt and remembered long afterward and never lost for this is the simple magic that binds hearts together and keeps home happy Pauly had learned this secret she loved to do the little things that others did not see or were too busy to stop for and while doing them without a thought of thanks she made sunshine for herself as well as others there was so much love in her own home that she quickly felt the want of it and fannies and puzzled herself to find out why these people were not kind and patient to one another she did not try to settle the question but did her best to love and serve and bear with each and the good will the gentle heart the helpful ways and simple manners of our Pauly made her dear to everyone for these virtues even in a little child are lovely and attractive Mr. Shaw was very kind to her for he liked her modest respectful manners and Pauly was so grateful for his many favors he soon forgot her fear and showed her affection in all sorts of confiding little ways which pleased him extremely she used to walk across the park with him when he went to his office in the morning talking busily all the way and saying goodbye with a nod and a smile when they parted at the great gate at first Mr. Shaw did not care much about it but soon he missed her if she did not come and found that something fresh and pleasant seemed to brighten all his day with an intelligent face a merry voice and a little hand slipped confidingly into his went with him through the wintry park coming home late he liked to see a curly brown head watching at the window to find his slippers ready his paper in its place and a pair of woolen feet eager to wait upon him I wish my fanny was more like her he often said to himself as he watched the girls while they thought him deep in politics for the state of the money market poor Mr. Shaw had been so busy getting rich that he had not found time to teach his children to love him he was more at leisure now and as his boy and girls grew up he missed something Polly was unconsciously showing him what it was and making child love so sweet that he felt he could not do without it anymore yet didn't quite know how to win the confidence of the children who had always found him busy indifferent and absent minded as the girls were going to bed one night Polly kissed grandma as usual and fanny laughed at her saying what a baby you are we are too old for such things now I don't think people ever too old to kiss their fathers and mothers was the quick answer write my little Polly and Mr. Shaw stretched out his hand to her with such a kindly look that fanny stared surprised and then said shyly I thought you didn't care about it father I do my dear and Mr. Shaw put out the other hand to fanny who gave him a daughterly kiss quite forgetting everything but the tender feeling that sprung up in her heart at the renewal of the childish custom which we never need outgrow Mrs. Shaw was a nervous fussy invalid who wanted something every five minutes so Polly found plenty of small things to do for her and did them so cheerfully that the poor lady loved to have a quiet, helpful child near to wait upon her, read to her run errands or hand the seven different shawls which were continually being put on or off Grandma too was glad to find willing hands and feet to serve her and Polly passed many happy hours in the quaint rooms learning all sorts of pretty arts and listening to pleasant chat never dreaming how much sunshine she brought to the solitary old lady Tom was Polly's rock ahead for a long time because he was always breaking out in a new place and one never knew where to find him he tormented yet amused her was kind one day and a bear the next at times she fancied he was never going to be bad again and the next thing she knew he was deep in mischief and hooted at the idea of repentance and reformation Polly gave him up as a hard case but was so in the habit of helping anyone who seemed in trouble to him simply because she couldn't help it what's the matter is your lesson too hard for you she asked one evening as a grown made her look across the table to where Tom sat scowling over a pile of dilapidated books with his hands and his hair as if his head was in danger of flying asunder with the tremendous effort he was making hard guess it is what in thunder do I care about the old Carthaginians Regulus wasn't bad I'm sick of him and Tom dealt Harkness's Latin reader a thump which expressed his feelings better than words I like Latin and used to get on well when I studied it with Jimmy perhaps I can help you a little bit said Polly as Tom wiped his hot face and refreshed himself with a peanut you pfff girls Latin don't amount to much anyway was the grateful reply but Polly was used to him now and nothing daunted took a look at the grimy page in the middle of which Tom had stuck she read it so well that the young gentleman stopped munching to regard her with respectful astonishment and when she stopped he said, suspiciously you are a sly one Polly to study up so you can show off before me but it won't do ma'am turn over a dozen pages and try again Polly obeyed and did even better than before she looked up with a laugh I've been through the whole book so you won't catch me that way Tom I say how came you to know such a lot, asked Tom much impressed I studied with Jimmy and kept up with him for father let us be together in all our lessons it was so nice and we learned so fast tell me about Jimmy he's your brother isn't he yes but he's dead you know I'll tell about him some other time you ought to study now and perhaps I can help you said Polly with a little quiver of the lips shouldn't wonder if you could and Tom spread the book between them with a grave and business like air for he felt that Polly got the better of them and it behooved him to do his best for the honor of his sex he went at the lesson with a will and soon floundered out of his difficulties for Polly gave him a lift here and there and they went on swimmingly till they came to some rules to be learned Polly had forgotten them so they both committed them to memory Tom with hands in his pockets rock to and fro muttering rapidly while Polly twisted the little curl on her forehead and stared at the wall gabbling with all her might done cried Tom presently done echoed Polly and then they heard each other recite till both were perfect that's pretty good fun said Tom joyfully tossing poor harkness away and feeling that the pleasant excitement of companionship could lend a charm even to Latin grammar now ma'am we'll take a turn at Algebra I like that as much as I hate Latin Polly accepted the invitation and soon owned that Tom could beat her here this fact restored his equanimity but he didn't crow over her far from it for he helped her with a paternal patience that made her eyes twinkle with suppressed fun as he soberly explained and illustrated unconsciously imitating Dominique Dean till Polly found it difficult to keep from laughing in his face you may have another go at it anytime you like generously remarked Tom as he shied the Algebra after the Latin reader I'll come every evening then I'd like to for I haven't studied a bit since I came to make me like Algebra and I'll try and make you like Latin will you oh I'd like it well enough if there was anyone to explain it to me old Dean puts us through double quick and don't give a fellow time to ask questions when we read ask your father he knows don't believe he does shouldn't dare to bother him if he did why not he'd pull my ears and call me a stupid or tell me not to worry him well I don't think he would he's very kind to me and I ask lots of questions he likes you better than he does me now Tom it's wrong of you to say so of course he loves you ever so much more than he does me cried Polly reprovingly why don't you show it then buttered Tom with a half wistful half defiant glance toward the library door which stood ajar you act so how can he after a pause in which she put Tom's question to herself and could find no better reply than the one she gave him why don't he give me my philosophy he said if I did well at school for a month I should have it and I've been pegging away like fury for most six weeks and he don't do a thing about it the girls get their duds because they tease I won't do that anyway but you don't catch me studying myself to death and no pay for it it is too bad but you ought to do it because it's right and never mind being paid began Polly trying to be moral but secretly sympathizing heartily with poor Tom don't you preach Polly if the governor took any notice of me and cared how I got on I wouldn't mind the present so much but he don't care hang never even asked if I did well last declamation day when I'd gone and learned the battle of Lake Regulus because he said he liked it oh Tom did you say that it's splendid Jim and I used to say Horatius together and it was such fun do speak your peace to me I do so like McCully's lays it's dreadful long began Tom but his face brightened for Polly's interest soothed his injured feelings and he was glad to prove his allocutionary powers he began without much spirit but soon the martial ring of the lines fired him before he knew it he was on his legs thundering away in grand style while Polly listened with kindling face and absorbed attention Tom did to claim well for he quite forgot himself and delivered the stirring ballad with an energy that made Polly flush and tingle with admiration and delight and quite electrified a second listener who had heard all that went on and watched the little scene from behind his newspaper as Tom paused breathless after hands enthusiastically the sound was loudly echoed from behind him both world round and there was Mr. Shaw standing in the doorway applauding with all his might Tom looked much abashed and said not a word Polly ran to Mr. Shaw and danced before him saying eagerly wasn't it splendid didn't he do well mainty have his velocity now capital Tom another piece like that and I'll come and hear you speak it are you ready for your velocity today Polly was right and Tom owned that the governor was kind did like him and hadn't entirely forgotten his promise the boy turned red with pleasure and picked at the buttons on his jacket while listening to this unexpected praise but when he spoke he looked straight up in his father's face while his own shown with pleasure as he answered in one breath thank you sir I'll do it sir guess I am sir very good then look out for your new horse tomorrow sir and Mr. Shaw stroked the fuzzy red head with a kind hand feeling a fatherly pleasure in the conviction that there was something in his boy after all Tom got his velocity next day named it Black Oster in memory of the horse in the battle of Lake Regulus and came to grief as soon as he began to ride his new seed come out and see me go it whispered Tom to Polly after three days practice in the street for he had already learned to ride in the rink Polly and Maude willingly went and watched his struggles with deep interest till he got an upset which nearly put an end to his velocity beating forever hi there Oster's coming shouted Tom as came rattling down the long steep street outside the park they stepped aside and he whizzed by arms and legs going like mad with the general appearance of a runaway engine it would have been a triumphant descent if a big dog had not bounded suddenly through one of the openings and sent the whole concern helter-skelter into the gutter Polly laughed as she ran to view the ruin for Tom lay flat on his back with the velocity to top him while the big dog barked wildly and his master scolded him for his awkwardness but when she saw Tom's face Polly was frightened for the color had all gone out of it his eyes looked strange and dizzy and drops of blood began to trickle from a great cut on his forehead the man saw it too and had him up in a minute but he couldn't stand and stared about him in a dazed sort of way as he sat on the curb stone while Polly held her handkerchief to his forehead and pathetically begged to know if he was killed don't scare mother I'm alright got upset didn't I he asked presently eyeing the prostrate velocity with more blood out its damages than his own I knew you'd hurt yourself with that horrid thing just let it be and come home for your head bleeds dreadfully and everybody's looking at us whisper Polly trying to tie the little handkerchief over the ugly cut come on then Joe how queer my head feels give us a boost please stop howling mod and come home you bring the machine and I'll pay you Pat as he spoke Tom slowly himself and studying himself by Polly shoulder issued commands and the procession fell into line first the big dog barking at intervals then the good natured Irishman trembling that devil of a whirligig as he disrespectfully called the idolized velocity then the wounded hero supported by the helpful Polly and mod brought up the rear in tears bearing Tom's cap unfortunately Mrs. Shaw was out driving with grandma and Fanny was making calls so that there was no one but Polly to stand by Tom for the parlor maid turned faint at the sight of blood and the chamber maid lost her wits in the flurry it was a bad cut and must be sewed up at once the doctor said as soon as he came somebody must hold his head he added as he threaded his queer little needle I'll keep still but if anybody must hold me let Polly you ain't afraid are you asked Tom with imploring look for he didn't like the idea of being sewed a bit Polly was just going to shrink away saying oh I can't when she remembered that Tom once called her a coward here was a chance to prove that she wasn't besides poor Tom had no one else to help him so she came up to the sofa where he lay and nodded reassuringly as she put a soft little hand on either side of the damaged head you are a Trump Polly whispered Tom then he said his teeth clenched his hands lay quite still and bore it like a man it was all over in a minute or two and when he had had a glass of wine and was nicely settled on his bed he felt pretty comfortable in spite of the pain in his head and being ordered to keep quiet he said thank you ever so much Polly and watched her with a grateful face as she crept away he had to keep the house for a week and laid about looking very interesting with a great black patch on his forehead everyone petted him for the doctor said that if the blow had been an inch near the temple it would have been fatal and the thought of losing him so suddenly made bluff old Tom very precious all at once his father asked him how he was a dozen times a day his mother talked continually of that dear boys narrow escape and grandma conquered him up with every delicacy she could invent and the girls waited on him like devoted slaves this new treatment had an excellent effect for when neglected Tom got over his first amazement at this change of base he blossomed out delightfully as sick people do sometimes and surprised his family by being unexpectedly patient grateful and amiable nobody ever knew how much good it did him for boys seldom have confidence of this sort except with their mothers and Mrs. Shaw had never found the key to her son's heart but a little seed was sowed then that took root and though it grew very slowly it came to something in the end perhaps Polly helped it a little evening was his hardest time for want of exercise made him as restless and nervous as it was possible for a hearty lad to be on such a short notice he couldn't sleep so the girls amused him Fanny played and read aloud Polly sung and told stories and did the letter so well that it got to be a regular thing for her to begin as soon as twilight came and Tom was settled in his favorite place on Grandma's sofa fire away Polly said the young Sultan one evening as his little Shaheir Zahd sat down in her low chair after stirring up the fire till the room was bright and cozy I don't feel like stories tonight Tom I've told all I know and I can't make up anymore answered Polly meaning her head on her hand with a sorrowful look that Tom had never seen before he watched her a minute and then asked curiously what were you thinking about just now when you sat staring at the fire and getting soberer and soberer every minute I was thinking about Jimmy would you mind telling about him you know you said you would sometime but don't if you'd rather not said Tom lowering his rough voice respectfully I like to talk about him but there isn't much to tell began Polly grateful for his interest sitting here with you reminded me of the way I used to sit with him when he was sick we used to have such happy times and it's so pleasant to think about them now he was awfully good wasn't he no he wasn't but he tried to be and mother says that is half the battle we used to get tired of trying but we kept making resolutions and working hard to keep them I don't think I got on much but Jimmy did and everyone loved him didn't you ever squabble as we do yes indeed sometimes but we couldn't stay mad and always made it up again as soon as we could Jimmy used to come around first and say all serene Polly so kind and jolly that I couldn't help laughing and being friends right away did he not know a lot yes I think he did for he liked to study and wanted to get on so he could help father people used to call him a fine boy and I felt so proud to hear it but they didn't know half how wise he was because he didn't show off a bit I suppose sisters always are grand of their brothers but I don't believe many girls had as much right to be as I had most girls don't care two pins about their brothers so that shows you don't know much about it well they ought to if they don't and they would if the boys were as kind to them as Jimmy was to me why what did he do love me dearly it wasn't a shame to show it cried Polly with a sob in her voice that made her answer very eloquent what made him die Polly asked Tom soberly after a little pause he got hurt coasting last winter but he never told which boy did it and he only lived a week I helped take care of him and he was so patient I used to wonder at him for he was in dreadful pain all time he gave me his books and his dog and his speckled hens and his big knife and said goodbye Polly and kissed me the last thing and then oh Jimmy Jimmy if he only could come back poor Polly's eyes had been getting fuller and fuller lips trembling more and more as she went on when she came to that goodbye she couldn't get any further but covered up her face and cried as her heart would break Tom was full of sympathy but didn't know how to show it so he sat shaking up the camphor bottle and trying to think of something proper and comfortable to say when Fanny came to the rescue and cuddled Polly in her arms with soothing little pats and whispers and kisses till the tears stopped she didn't mean to and wouldn't anymore I've been thinking about my dear boy all the evening for Tom reminds me of him she added with a sigh me? how can I when I ain't a bit like him cried Tom, amazed but you are in some ways wish I was but I can't be for he was good you know so are you when you choose hasn't he been good and patient when he's clever fan? said Polly whose heart was still aching for her brother and ready for his sake to find virtues even in tormenting Tom yes I don't know the boy lately but he'll be as bad as ever when he's well returned Fanny who hadn't much faith in sick bed repentances much you know about it growled Tom lying down again for he had sat bolt upright when Polly made the astounding declaration that he was like the well beloved Jimmy that simple little history had made a deep impression on Tom and the tearful ending touched the tender spot that most boys hide so carefully it is very pleasant to be loved and admired very sweet to think we shall be missed and mourned when we die and Tom was seized with a sudden desire to imitate this boy who hadn't done anything wonderful yet was so dear to his sister that she cried for him a whole year after he was dead and so studious and clever the people called him a fine fellow and so anxious to be good that he kept on trying till he was better even than Polly whom Tom privately considered a model of virtue as girls go I just wish I had a sister like you he broke out all of a sudden and I just wish I had a brother like Jim cried Fanny for she felt the reproach in Tom's words and knew she deserved it I didn't think you'd envy anybody for you've got one another said Polly with such a wistful look that it suddenly set Tom and Fanny to wondering why they didn't have better times together and enjoy themselves as Polly and Jim did fan don't care for anybody but herself said Tom Tom is such a bear retorted Fanny I wouldn't say such things for if anything should happen to either of you the other one would feel so sorry every crossword I ever said to Jimmy comes back now makes me wish I hadn't two great tears rolled down Polly's cheeks and were quietly wiped away but I think they watered that sweet sentiment called fraternal love which till now had been neglected in the hearts of this brother and sister they didn't say anything then or make any plans or confess any faults but when they parted for the night Fanny gave the wounded had a gentle pat Tom never would have forgiven her if she'd kissed him and said in a whisper I hope you'll have a good sleep Tommy dear and Tom nodded back at her with a hearty same to you fan that was all but it meant a good deal for the voices were kind and the eyes met full of that affection which makes words of little consequence Polly saw it and though she didn't know that she had made the sunshine it's shown back upon her so pleasantly that she fell happily asleep though her Jimmy wasn't there to say good night End of Chapter 4