"Yes, of course." She turned away and pretended to look at the
flowers.
"Don' yous tell Mandy I been talkin' 'bout dat circus," said
Hasty, uneasily. He was beginning to fear that he had made a
mistake; but before Polly could answer, Mandy came out of the
house, carrying baskets and food, which Hasty was to take to the
Sunday-school-room. She looked at the girl's troubled face and
drooping shoulders in surprise.
"What make you look so serious, Honey?"
"Just thinking," said Polly absently.
"My! Don' you look fine in your new dress!" She was anxious to
draw the girl out of her reverie.
"Do you like it?" Polly asked eagerly, forgetting her depression
of a moment before. "Do you think Mr. John will like it?"
"Masse John? Mercy me! He nebber takes no notice ob dem things.
I done got a bran', spankin' new allapaca, one time, an' do you
think HE ebber seed it? Lawsy, no! We might jes' well be goin'
roun' like Mudder Eve for all dat man know." Polly looked
disappointed. "But udder folks sees," Mandy continued,
comfortingly, "an' you certainly look mighty fine. Why, you's
just as good now as you was afore you got hurled!"
"Yes, I'm well now and able to work again." There was no
enthusiasm in her tone, for Hasty's news had made her realise how
unwelcome the old life would be to her.
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