“He will forgive me when Cousin Darrell sends the money.” And Polly sat down and opened her dainty blotting-book and prepared for action.
“Polly, you sha’n’t. I will go and tell mamma of it. I won’t be a party to your defying papa in this way,” said Pearl resolutely, moving towards the door.
Polly started up.
“Come back; you need not play tell-tale. I won’t write.” And she shut the blotting-book and flung the pen angrily aside.
“I am sure it is better not, darling,” said Pearl. “We can’t know as well as papa in a matter of this kind.” She went over to Polly and would have kissed her; but Polly repulsed the caress with an impatient movement of her head. Pearl did not force the kiss on her, but she felt the tears rising as she turned away and left the room. If misfortune was going to change Polly like this, it was a worse sorrow than anything she had anticipated.
TO BE CONTINUED.
THE ESPOUSALS OF OUR LADY.[[152]]
(Scene: Before the Temple.)
ST. JOSEPH.
From boyhood up I had but one desire: