“Of course I did. I always notice everything, don't I, Mandy?”
“You suah am improvin' since Miss Polly come,” Mandy grunted.
“Come, Willie!” called the girl, and ran out laughing through the trees.
“What's this?” Douglas took the small book from Mandy's awkward fingers, and began to read: “'Hens set—'” He frowned.
“Oh, dem's jes' Miss Polly's 'don'ts,'” interrupted Mandy, disgustedly.
“Her 'don'ts'?”
“She done been set—sit—settin' up nights tryin' to learn what you done tole her,” stuttered Mandy.
“Dear little Polly,” he murmured, then closed the book and put it into his pocket.