“ So it is,” said Polly, shutting one eye to look at the offending feature. “Never mind; I've had a good time, anyway,” she added, giving a little prance in her chair.
“ I don't see much fun in these cold runs you are so fond of taking,” said Fanny, with a yawn and a shiver.
“ Perhaps you would if you tried it;” and Polly laughed as she glanced at Tom.
“ Did you go alone, dear?” asked grandma, patting the rosy cheek beside her.
“ Yes'm; but I met Tom, and we came home together.” Polly's eyes twinkled when she said that, and Tom choked in his soup.
“ Thomas, leave the table!” commanded Mr. Shaw, as his incorrigible son gurgled and gasped behind his napkin.
“ Please don't send him away, sir. I made him laugh,” said Polly, penitently.
“ What's the joke?” asked Fanny, waking up
