“What do you mean?”
“Why, the way you've been going on to-night.”
“Don't know, and don't care; it's only Polly.”
“That's the very thing. She can't bear P.”
“Well, I can; and I don't see why I should n't enjoy myself as well as Trix.”
“You'll get to enjoying yourself too much if you are n't careful. Polly 's waked up.”
“I'm glad of it, and so's Syd.”
“I only spoke for your good.”
“Don't trouble yourself about me; I get lecturing enough in another quarter and can't stand any more. Come, Polly.”
She took the arm he offered her, but her heart was sore and angry, for that phrase, “It's only Polly,” hurt her sadly. “As if I was n't anybody, had n't any feelings, and was only made to amuse or work for people! Fan and Tom are both mistaken and I'll show them that Polly is awake,” she thought, indignantly. “Why should n't I enjoy myself as well as the rest? Besides, it's only Tom,” she added with a bitter smile as she thought of Trix.