Polly shook her head laughingly. "That was pretty hard on Mrs.
Nobbs, wasn't it? Is she a good reader?"
Miss Twining gave a little shrug. "I don't go down usually," she answered.
"Too bad! I don't wonder you are lonely. But you can read, can't you?"
"Not much by this light. It is too high."
Polly regarded it with dissatisfaction.
"Yes, it is. I wish you had one on the table. They ought to give you good lights."
Miss Twining pinched up her pretty lips with a thumb and forefinger, but said nothing.
"I was so indignant to think they took that money from you that you earned for writing a poem, I haven't got over it yet!"
"It did seem too bad," Miss Twining sighed.
"It was the meanest thing!" frowned Polly.