“I see some writin', if dat's what you mean,” Mandy answered, helplessly.
“These are my don'ts,” Polly confided, as she pointed enthusiastically to worn pages of finely written notes.
“You'se WHAT, chile?”
“The things I mustn't do or say.”
“An' you'se been losin' yoah beauty sleep for dem tings?” Mandy looked incredulous.
“I don't want Mr. John to feel ashamed of me,” she said with growing pride.
“Well, you'd catch Mandy a-settin' up for——”
“Oh, oh! What did I tell you, Mandy?” Polly pointed reproachfully to the reminder in the little red book. It was a fortunate thing that Willie interrupted the lesson at this point, for Mandy's temper was becoming very uncertain. The children had grown weary waiting for Polly, and Willie had been sent to fetch her. Polly offered to help Mandy with the decorations, but Willie won the day, and she was running away hand in hand with him when Douglas came out of the house.
“Wait a minute!” he called. “My, how fine you look!” He turned Polly about and surveyed the new gown admiringly.
“He did see it! He did see it!” cried Polly, gleefully.