The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 980, October 8, 1898Various
General
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 980, October 8, 1898
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
Roy bounded off in the best of spirits, and Mrs. Bryce remarked, "There
is an opportunity to give up your scheme. Best possible punishment for
the boy. Were he my boy he should suffer for his behaviour."
"But Roy is _my_ son," the Colonel said, and there was an accent of
pride in his voice.
The pretty girl, with tall feathers in her bonnet, glided softly out of
the room after Roy. She did not follow him far. She saw him vanish in
the direction of the garden, flourishing his heels like a young colt,
and she went the other way, towards the school-room. For Roy had told
Molly about the Paris plan, and Polly guessed what that would mean to
Molly.
Mary Keene and her brother John, commonly known as "Polly" and "Jack,"
were not really cousins to Roy and Molly, though treated as such by
the family. Their widowed grandmother, Mrs. Keene, had, some fourteen
years earlier, married a second time--rather late in life--and her new
husband, Mr. Fairbank, had one daughter, Harriette, then just married
to Captain Baron. Two or three years later her own grandchildren, Jack
and Polly, were left orphans, and were taken in permanently by Mr.
and Mrs. Fairbank. When Mr. Fairbank died, some four or five years
before this date, his twice-widowed wife took up her abode, with her
grandchildren, in Bath, then a fashionable place of residence for "the
quality." Jack, who was a year and more older than Polly had, at the
beginning of this story, just been gazetted to a regiment of the line,
which was quartered in Bath.
Molly was very fond of Polly, and she had also a warm admiration
for Jack; but no one in the world could be to her like her own
twin-brother, Roy; and Roy's indifference to this first serious
separation had cut her to the quick. When Polly entered the schoolroom,
she at first thought that Molly had fled; but she detected a little
heap in the farthest and darkest corner, and soon she heard the sound
of a smothered sob, followed quickly by a second and a third.
Polly waited a moment, to draw off her gloves, and then she made her
way to the corner, sat down on the ground, and put a pair of gentle
arms round the child.
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