As the carriage drove off, Polly gave a little bounce on the springy seat, and laughed like a delighted child. 'I do like to ride in these nice hacks, and see all the fine things, and have a good time, don't you?' she said, composing herself the next minute, as if it suddenly occurred to her that she was going a-visiting.
'Not much,' said Tom, not minding what he said, for the fact that he was shut up with the strange girl suddenly oppressed his soul.
'How 's Fan? Why did n't she come, too?' asked Polly, trying to look demure, while her eyes danced in spite of her.
'Afraid of spoiling her crinkles;' and Tom smiled, for this base betrayal of confidence made him feel his own man again.
'You and I don't mind dampness. I 'm much obliged to you for coming to take care of me.'
It was kind of Polly to say that, and Tom felt it; for his red crop was a tender point, and to be associated with Polly's pretty brown curls seemed to lessen its coppery glow.
Then he had n't done anything for her but carry the bag a few steps; yet, she thanked him. He felt grateful, and in a burst of confidence, offered a handful of peanuts, for his pockets were always supplied with this agreeable delicacy, and he might be traced anywhere by the trail of shells he left behind him.
As soon as he had done it, he remembered that Fanny considered them vulgar, and felt that he had disgraced his family. So he stuck his head out of the window, and kept it there so long, that Polly asked if anything was the matter. 'Pooh! who cares for a countrified little thing like her,' said Tom manfully to himself; and then the spirit of mischief entered in and took possession of him.
'He 's pretty drunk; but I guess he can hold his horses,' replied this evil-minded boy, with an air of calm resignation.
'Is the man tipsy? Oh, dear! let 's get out! Are the horses bad? It 's very steep here; do you think it 's safe?' cried poor Polly, making a cocked hat of her little beaver, by thrusting it out of the half-open window on her side.
'There 's plenty of folks to pick us up if anything happens; but perhaps it would be safer if I got out and sat with the man;' and Tom quite beamed with the brilliancy of this sudden mode of relief.
'Oh, do, if you ain't afraid! Mother would be so anxious if anything should happen to me, so far away!' cried Polly, much distressed.
'Don't you be worried. I 'll manage the old chap, and the horses too;' and opening the door, Tom vanished aloft, leaving poor victimized Polly to quake inside, while he placidly revelled in freedom and peanuts outside, with the staid old driver.
Fanny came flying down to meet her 'darling Polly,' as Tom presented her, with the graceful remark, 'I 've got her!' and the air of a dauntless hunter, producing the trophies of his skill. Polly was instantly whisked up stairs; and having danced a double-shuffle on the door-mat, Tom retired to the dining-room, to restore exhausted nature with half a dozen cookies.
'Ain't you tired to death? Don't you want to lie down?' said Fanny, sitting on the side of the bed in Polly's room, and chattering hard, while she examined everything her friend had on.
'Not a bit. I had a nice time coming, and no trouble, except the tipsy coachman; but Tom got out and kept him in order, so I was n't much frightened,' answered innocent Polly, taking off her rough-and-ready coat, and the plain hat without a bit of a feather.
'Fiddlestick! he was n't tipsy; and Tom only did it to get out of the way. He can't bear girls,' said Fanny, with a superior air.
'Can't he? Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!' and Polly opened her eyes with a surprised expression.
'He 's an awful boy, my dear; and if you have anything to do with him, he 'll torment you to death. Boys are all horrid; but he 's the horridest one I ever saw.'
Fanny went to a fashionable school, where the young ladies were so busy with their French, German, and Italian, that there was no time for good English. Feeling her confidence much shaken in the youth, Polly privately resolved to let him alone, and changed the conversation, by saying, as she looked admiringly about the large, handsome room, 'How splendid it is! I never slept in a bed with curtains before, or had such a fine toilet-table as this.'
'I 'm glad you like it; but don't, for mercy sake, say such things before the other girls!'
replied Fanny, wishing Polly would wear ear-rings, as every one else did.
'Why not?' asked the country mouse of the city mouse, wondering what harm there was in liking other people's pretty things, and saying so. 'Oh, they laugh at everything the least bit odd, and that is n't pleasant.' Fanny did n't say 'countrified,' but she meant it, and Polly felt uncomfortable. So she shook out her little black silk apron with a thoughtful face, and resolved not to allude to her own home, if she could help it.
'I 'm so poorly, mamma says I need n't go to school regularly, while you are here, only two or three times a week, just to keep up my music and French. You can go too, if you like; papa said so. Do, it 's such fun!' cried Fanny, quite surprising her friend by this unexpected fondness for school.
'I should be afraid, if all the girls dress as finely as you do, and know as much,' said Polly, beginning to feel shy at the thought.
'La, child! you need n't mind that. I 'll take care of you, and fix you up, so you won't look odd.'
'Am I odd?' asked Polly, struck by the word and hoping it did n't mean anything very bad.
'You are a dear, and ever so much prettier than you were last summer, only you 've been brought up differently from us; so your ways ain't like ours, you see,' began Fanny, finding it rather hard to explain.
'How different?' asked Polly again, for she liked to understand things.
'Well, you dress like a little girl, for one thing.'
'I am a little girl; so why should n't I?' and Polly looked at her simple blue merino frock, stout boots, and short hair, with a puzzled air.
