'I spell my own name with an ie, and so do all the girls.'
'And what a jumble of Netties, Nellies, Hatties, and Sallies there is. How 'Pollie' would look spelt so!'
'Well, never mind; that was n't what I began to say. There 's one thing you must have, and that is, bronze boots,' said Fan, impressively.
'Why must I, when I 've got enough without?'
'Because it 's the fashion to have them, and you can't be finished off properly without. I
'm going to get a pair, and so must you.'
'Don't they cost a great deal?'
'Eight or nine dollars, I believe. I have mine charged; but it don't matter if you have n't got the money. I can lend you some.'
'I 've got ten dollars to do what I like with; but it 's meant to get some presents for the children.' And Polly took out her purse in an undecided way.
'You can make presents easy enough. Grandma knows all sorts of nice contrivances.
They 'll do just as well; and then you can get your boots.'
'Well; I 'll look at them,' said Polly, following Fanny into the store, feeling rather rich and important to be shopping in this elegant manner.
'Are n't they lovely? Your foot is perfectly divine in that boot, Polly. Get them for my party; you 'll dance like a fairy,' whispered Fan.
Polly surveyed the dainty, shining boot with the scalloped top, the jaunty heel, and the delicate toe, thought her foot did look very well in it, and after a little pause, said she would have them. It was all very delightful till she got home, and was alone; then, on looking into her purse, she saw one dollar and the list of things she meant to get for mother and the children. How mean the dollar looked all alone! and how long the list grew when there was nothing to buy the articles.
'I can't make skates for Ned, nor a desk for Will; and those are what they have set their hearts upon. Father's book and mother's collar are impossible now; and I 'm a selfish thing to go and spend all my money for myself. How could I do it?' And Polly eyed the new boots reproachfully, as they stood in the first position as if ready for the party.
'They are lovely; but I don't believe they will feel good, for I shall be thinking about my lost presents all the time,' sighed Polly, pushing the enticing boots out of sight. 'I 'll go and ask grandma what I can do; for if I 've got to make something for every one, I must begin right away, or I shan't get done;' and off she bustled, glad to forget her remorse in hard work.
Grandma proved equal to the emergency, and planned something for every one, supplying materials, taste, and skill in the most delightful manner. Polly felt much comforted; but while she began to knit a pretty pair of white bed-socks, to be tied with rose-colored ribbons, for her mother, she thought some very sober thoughts upon the subject of temptation; and if any one had asked her just then what made her sigh, as if something lay heavy on her conscience, she would have answered, 'Bronze boots.'
4. Little Things
'IT 'S so wainy, I can't go out, and evwybody is so cwoss they won't play with me,' said Maud, when Polly found her fretting on the stairs, and paused to ask the cause of her wails.
'I 'll play with you; only don't scream and wake your mother. What shall we play?'
'I don't know; I 'm tired of evwything, 'cause my toys are all bwoken, and my dolls are all sick but Clawa,' moaned Maud, giving a jerk to the Paris doll which she held upside down by one leg in the most unmaternal manner.
'I 'm going to dress a dolly for my little sister; would n't you like to see me do it?' asked Polly, persuasively, hoping to beguile the cross child and finish her own work at the same time.
'No, I should n't, 'cause she 'll look nicer than my Clawa. Her clothes won't come off; and Tom spoilt 'em playing ball with her in the yard.'
'Would n't you like to rip these clothes off, and have me show you how to make some new ones, so you can dress and undress Clara as much as you like?'
'Yes; I love to cut.' And Maud's, face brightened; for destructiveness is one of the earliest traits of childhood, and ripping was Maud's delight.
