"I
mean I've nothing of my own, but there's SOMETHING I'll show you, and I
guess it's different from anything you ever saw!"
"Why, Vivian Osborne! What ARE you going to show Polly?" Harry Grafton
asked.
Vivian's eyes were dancing as she whispered something in Harry's ear.
"Oh, THAT'S it, is it? Well, I guess Polly WILL look when you show it to
her!"
"You just tell me this minute!" said Polly. "I'm wild to know what IT
is!"
"IT," said Vivian, "is a girl, a very pretty little girl!"
"Then why is she a sight to see, and why DO you laugh?" Polly asked,
completely puzzled.
"She LOOKS well enough," Vivian replied, "but she ACTS like--"
"The old SCRATCH!" said Rob.
"Oh, Rob!" cried Lena, "Mama told you not to say that!"
"I know it," Rob admitted, "but I couldn't think of any other name that
would give Princess Polly an idea what she was like."
"But who is she? Where is she?" questioned Polly.
"Oh, she lives in the next house to us," said Vivian. "Her papa has
bought that fine large house that has the big lawn, and the lovely
garden at the back. She's very, VERY pretty, and if she didn't ACT so--"
"HOW does she act?" said Polly. "I tell you all truly, I'm wild to see
her!"
"Rob told you how she acted," said Harry, with a laugh, "and old Scratch
isn't half bad 'nough. Say! She wanted to have a wedding for her best
doll the other day, and she cut a lace curtain off a yard from the floor
to make a wedding veil for it!"
"'Twas a parlor curtain and I guess her mama didn't think that was
cunning," said Lena.
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