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WHEN POLLY WAS EIGHTEEN
[Illustration]
WHEN POLLY WAS
EIGHTEEN
BY
EMMA C. DOWD
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1921
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY EMMA C. DOWD
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
TO MY FRIEND
JULIA DARLING PECK
IN HAPPY MEMORY OF
SHELBURNE SUMMERS
CONTENTS
I. “WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH?” 1
II. THE LETTER 8
III. DAVID MAKES A REQUEST 15
IV. THE BIRTHDAY FÊTE 21
V. “I WILL TAKE CARE OF PARADISE WARD” 32
VI. “MAYBE” 41
VII. GLADYS GUINEVERE 52
VIII. COUCHES OF CLOVER 58
IX. NO. 45678 64
X. THE TOP OF THE WORLD 71
XI. DR. ABBE 79
XII. PATRICIA AND A FEW OTHERS 85
XIII. WHAT SARDIS SAID 93
XIV. PARADISE WARD ON WHEELS 100
XV. THE FIRST DAY 115
XVI. BENEDICTA MAKES IT GO 124
XVII. A PICTURE AND A MESSAGE 129
XVIII. AN ATTEMPT AT MATCHMAKING 135
XIX. AN UNINVITED GUEST AND A MYSTERY 146
XX. THE TELEGRAM 155
XXI. “TEN LITTLE GIRLS” AND SARDIS MERRIFIELD 164
XXII. A LITTLE LAME DUCK 177
XXIII. IN THE “GARDEN OF EDEN” 187
XXIV. ROSALIND FERNE 195
XXV. THE STORM 207
XXVI. CLEMENTINA ASKS QUESTIONS 217
XXVII. THE BUTTERFLY LADY STAYS 223
XXVIII. BENEDICTA’S OPPORTUNITY 239
XXIX. TROUBLE IN THE KITCHEN 251
XXX. THE NEW COOK 259
WHEN POLLY WAS EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER I
“WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH?”
Polly leaned back against the great oak, her eyes bent on David’s
face. She wondered--and wondered hard. If she could only fathom that
inscrutable expression!
The young man, stretched on the grass among the waving shadows, was
gazing across the valley to the hills in their soft afternoon veiling.
It was a June picture beautiful enough to hold the attention of any
one, yet it was plain that David’s thoughts were not on the landscape.
They had come out for a walk, which had led them miles to the south and
finally to the top of Chimney Hill, where they had stopped to rest.
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