CHAPTER VII. GOOD-BY
“ OH, dear! Must you really go home Saturday?” said Fan, some days after what Tom called the “grand scrimmage.”
“ I really must; for I only came to stay a month and here I've been nearly six weeks,” answered Polly, feeling as if she had been absent a year.
“ Make it two months and stay over Christmas. Come, do, now,” urged Tom, heartily.
“ You are very kind; but I would n't miss Christmas at home for anything. Besides, mother says they can't possibly do without me.”
“ Neither can we. Can't you tease your mother, and make up your mind to stay?” began Fan.
“ Polly never teases. She says it's selfish; and I don't do it now much,” put in Maud, with a virtuous air.
“ Don't you bother Polly. She'd rather go, and I don't wonder. Let's be just as jolly as we can
