"I see some writin', if dat's what you mean," Mandy answered,
helplessly.
"These are my don'ts," Polly confided, as she pointed
enthusiastically to worn pages of finely written notes.
"You'se WHAT, chile?"
"The things I mustn't do or say."
"An' you'se been losin' yoah beauty sleep for dem tings?" Mandy
looked incredulous.
"I don't want Mr. John to feel ashamed of me," she said with
growing pride.
"Well, you'd catch Mandy a-settin' up for----"
"Oh, oh! What did I tell you, Mandy?" Polly pointed reproachfully
to the reminder in the little red book. It was a fortunate thing
that Willie interrupted the lesson at this point, for Mandy's
temper was becoming very uncertain. The children had grown weary
waiting for Polly, and Willie had been sent to fetch her. Polly
offered to help Mandy with the decorations, but Willie won the
day, and she was running away hand in hand with him when Douglas
came out of the house.
"Wait a minute!" he called. "My, how fine you look!" He turned
Polly about and surveyed the new gown admiringly.
"He did see it! He did see it!" cried Polly, gleefully.
"Of course I did. I always notice everything, don't I, Mandy?"
"You suah am improvin' since Miss Polly come," Mandy grunted.
"Come, Willie!" called the girl, and ran out laughing through the
trees.
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