"I'VE won the wager¹, Tom."

 

"Did n't know there was one."

 

"Don't you remember you said Polly would be tired of her teaching and give it up in three months, and I said she would n't?"

 

"Well, is n't she?"

 

"Not a bit of it. I thought she was at one time, and expected every day to have her come in with a long face, and say she could n't stand it. But somehow, lately, she is always bright and happy, seems to like her work, and don't have the tired, worried look she used to at first. The three months are out, so pay up, Tommy."

 

"All right, what will you have?"

 

"You may make it gloves. I always need them, and papa looks sober when I want money."

 

There was a minute's pause as Fan returned to her practising, and Tom relapsed into the reverie he was enjoying seated astride of a chair, with his chin on his folded arms.

 

"Seems to me Polly don't come here as often as she used to," he said, presently.

 

"No, she seems to be very busy; got some new friends, I believe, old ladies, sewing-girls, and things of that sort. I miss her, but know she 'll get tired of being goody, and will come back to me before long."

 

"Don't be too sure of that, ma'am." Something in Tom's tone made Fan turn round, and ask, "What do you mean?"

 

"Well, it strikes me that Sydney is one of Polly's new friends. Have n't you observed that she is uncommonly² jolly, and don't that sort of thing account for it?"

 

"Nonsense!" said Fanny, sharply.

 

"Hope it is," coolly returned Tom.

 

"What put it into your head?" demanded Fanny, twirling round again so that her face was hidden.

 

"Oh, well, I keep meeting Syd and Polly circulating in the same directions; she looks as if she had found something uncommonly nice, and he looks as if all creation was getting Pollyfied pretty rapidly. Wonder you have n't observed it."

 

"I have."

 

It was Tom's turn to look surprised now, for Fanny's voice sounded strange to him. He looked at her steadily³ for a minute, but saw only a rosy⁴ ear and a bent⁵ head. A cloud passed over his face, and he leaned his chin on his arm again with a despondent⁶ whistle, as he said to himself, "Poor Fan! Both of us in a scrape at once."

 

"Don't you think it would be a good thing?" asked Fanny, after playing a bar or two, very badly.

 

"Yes, for Syd."

 

"Not for Polly? Why, he's rich, and clever, and better than most of you good-for-nothing fellows. What can the girl expect?"

 

"Can't say, but I don't fancy the match myself."

 

"Don't be a dog in the manger, Tom. Bless your little heart, I only take a brotherly sort of interest in Polly. She's a capital girl, and she ought to marry a missionary⁷, or one of your reformer fellows, and be a shining light of some sort. I don't think setting up for a fine lady would suit her."

 

"I think it would, and I hope she'll have the chance," said Fanny, evidently making an effort to speak kindly⁸.

 

"Good for you, Fan!" and Tom gave an emphatic⁹ nod, as if her words meant more than she suspected "Mind you," he added, "I don't know anything, and only fancied there might be some little flirtation¹⁰ going on. But I dare say it's nothing."

 

"Time will show." Then Fan began to sing, and Tom's horse came, so he departed with the very unusual demonstration¹¹ of a gentle pat on the head, as he said kindly, "That's right, my dear, keep jolly." It was n't an elegant way of expressing sympathy, but it was hearty¹², and Fan thanked him for it, though she only said, "Don't break your neck, Tommy."

 

When he was gone, Fan's song ended as suddenly as it began, and she sat thinking, with varying expressions of doubt and trouble passing rapidly across her face.

 

"Well, I can't do anything but wait!" she said, at last, slamming the music-book together with a desperate look. "Yes, I can," she added, a minute after, "it's Polly's holiday. I can go and see her, and if there is anything in it I shall find it out."

 

Fanny dropped her face into her hands, with a little shiver, as she said that; then got up, looking as pale and resolute¹³ as if going to meet some dreadful doom¹⁴, and putting on her things, went away to Polly's as fast as her dignity would allow.

 

Saturday morning was Polly's clearing-up day, and Fan found her with a handkerchief tied over her head, and a big apron¹⁵ on, just putting the last touches to the tidy little room, which was as fresh and bright as water, air, and a pair of hands could make it.

 

"All ready for company. I'll just whisk off my regimentals, and Polly, the maid, becomes Polly, the missis. It was lovely of you to come early; take off your things. Another new bonnet¹⁶? you extravagant¹⁷ wretch¹⁸! How is your mother and Maudie? It's a nice day, and we'll have a walk, won't we?"

 

By the time Polly's welcome was uttered, she had got Fan on the little sofa beside her, and was smiling at her in such an infectious manner, that Fan could n't help smiling back.

 

"I came to see what you have been doing with yourself lately. You don't come and report, and I got anxious about you," said Fanny, looking into the clear eyes before her.

 

"I've been so busy; and I knew you would n't care to hear about my doings, for they are n't the sort you like," answered Polly.

 

"Your lessons did n't use to take up all your time. It's my private opinion that you are taking as well as giving lessons, miss," said Fan, putting on a playfully stern air, to hide her real anxiety.

 

"Yes, I am," answered Polly, soberly.

 

"In what? Love?"

 

A quick color came to Polly's cheeks, as she laughed, and said, looking away, "No; friendship and good works."

 

"Oh, indeed! May I ask who is your teacher?"

 

"I've more than one; but Miss Mills is head teacher."

 

"She instructs in good works; who gives the friendship lessons?"

 

"Such pleasant girls! I wish you knew them, Fan. So clever, and energetic, and kind, and happy, it always does me good to see them," cried Polly, with a face full of enthusiasm.

 

"Is that all?" And Fan gave her a curious look of mingled¹⁹ disappointment and relief.

 

"There, I told you my doings would not interest you, and they don't; they sound flat and prosy after your brilliant adventures. Let's change the subject," said Polly, looking relieved herself.

 

"Dear me, which of our sweethearts sends us dainty bouquets²⁰ of violets so early in the morning?" asked Fanny, suddenly spying the purple cluster in a graceful²¹ little vase on the piano.

 

"He sends me one every week; he knows I love them so," and Polly's eyes turned that way full of pride and pleasure.

 

"I'd no idea he was so devoted," said Fanny, stooping to smell the flowers, and at the same time read a card that lay near them.

 

"You need n't plague me about it, now you know it. I never speak of our fondness for one another, because such things seem silly to other people. Will is n't all that Jimmy was to me; but he tries to be, and I love him dearly for it."

 

"Will?" Fanny's voice quite startled Polly, it was so sharp and sudden, and her face grew red and pale all in a minute, as she upset the little vase with the start she gave.

 

"Yes, of course; who did you think I meant?" asked Polly, sopping²² up the water before it damaged her piano.

 

"Never mind; I thought you might be having a quiet little flirtation with somebody. I feel responsible, you know, because I told your mother I'd look after you. The flowers are all right. My head aches so, I hardly know what I'm doing this morning."

 

Fanny spoke²³ fast, and laughed uncomfortably, as she went back to the sofa, wondering if Polly had told her a lie. Polly seemed to guess at her thoughts as she saw the card, and turning toward her, she held it up, saying, with a conscious look in her eyes, "You thought Mr. Sydney sent them? Well, you are mistaken, and the next time you want to know anything, please ask straight out. I like it better than talking at cross purposes."

 

"Now, my dear, don't be angry; I was only teasing you in fun. Tom took it into his foolish head that something was going on, and I felt a natural interest, you know."

 

"Tom! What does he know or care about my affairs?" demanded Polly.

 

"He met you two in the street pretty often, and being in a sentimental²⁴ mood himself, got up a romance for you and Sydney."

 

"I'm much obliged to him for his interest, but it's quite wasted, thank you."

 

Fan's next proceeding²⁵ gave her friend another surprise, for, being rather ashamed of herself, very much relieved, and quite at a loss what to say, she took refuge in an hysterical²⁶ fit of tears, which changed Polly's anger into tenderness at once.

 

"Is that the trouble she has been hiding all winter? Poor dear, I wish I'd known it sooner," thought Polly, as she tried to soothe²⁷ her with comfortable pats, sniffs²⁸ of cologne and sympathizing remarks upon the subject of headache, carefully ignoring that other feminine affliction, the heartache.

 

"There, I feel better. I've been needing a good cry for some time, and now I shall be all right. Never mind it, Polly, I'm nervous and tired; I've danced too much lately, and dyspepsia makes me blue;" and Fanny wiped her eyes and laughed.

 

"Of course it does; you need rest and petting, and here I've been scolding you, when I ought to have been extra kind. Now tell me what I can do for you," said Polly, with a remorseful²⁹ face.

 

"Talk to me, and tell me all about yourself. You don't seem to have as many worries as other people. What's the secret, Polly?" And Fan looked up with wet eyes, and a wistful face at Polly, who was putting little dabs³⁰ of cologne all over her head.

 

"Well," said Polly, slowly, "I just try to look on the bright side of things; that helps one amazingly. Why, you've no idea how much goodness and sunshine you can get out of the most unpromising things, if you make the best of them."

 

"I don't know how," said Fan, despondently³².

 

"You can learn; I did. I used to croak³³ and fret³⁴ dreadfully, and get so unhappy, I was n't fit for anything. I do it still more than I ought, but I try not to, and it gets easier, I find. Get a-top of your troubles, and then they are half cured, Miss Mills says."

 

"Everything is so contrary and provoking," said Fanny, petulantly³⁵.

 

"Now what in the world have you to fret about?" asked Polly, rather anxiously.

 

"Quantities of things," began Fan, and then stopped, for somehow she felt ashamed to own that she was afflicted³⁶ because she could n't have a new set of furs, go to Paris in the spring, and make Mr. Sydney love her. She hunted up something more presentable, and said in a despairing tone, "Well, mother is very poorly, Tom and Trix quarrel all the time, Maud gets more and more wilful³⁷ every day, and papa is worried about his affairs."

 

"A sad state of things, but nothing very desperate. Can't you lend a hand anywhere? That might do good all round."

 

"No; I have n't the talent for managing people, but I see what ought to be done."

 

"Well, don't wail³⁸ about it; keep yourself happy, if you can; it will help other people to see you cheerful."

 

"Just what Tom said, 'Keep jolly'; but, dear me, how can one, when everything is so stupid and tiresome³⁹?"

 

"If ever a girl needed work, it's you!" cried Polly. "You began to be a young lady so early, that you are tired of everything at twenty-two. I wish you'd go at something, then you'd find how much talent and energy you really had."

 

"I know ever so many girls who are just like me, sick to death of fashionable life but don't know what to take in its place. I'd like to travel; but papa says he can't afford it, so I can only drag about and get on as I may."

 

"I pity you rich girls so much, you have so many opportunities, and don't seem to know how to use them! I suppose I should do just the same in your place, but it seems now as if I could be very happy and useful with plenty of money."

 

"You are that without it. There, I won't croak any more. Let us go and take a good walk, and don't you tell any one how I came and cried like a baby."

 

"Never!" said Polly, putting on her bonnet.

 

"I ought to go and make calls," said Fanny, "but I don't feel now as if I ever wanted to see any of the girls again. Dreadful state of mind, is n't it?"

 

"Suppose you come and see some of my friends instead! They are not fine or ceremonious, but lively, odd, and pleasant. Come, it will amuse you."

 

"I will," cried Fanny, whose spirits seemed improved by the shower. "Nice little old lady, is n't she?" added Fan, as she caught sight of Miss Mills, on their way out, sitting at a table piled with work, and sewing away with an energy that made the gray curls vibrate.

 

"Saint Mehitable, I call her. Now, there is a rich woman who knew how to get happiness out of her money," said Polly, as they walked away. "She was poor till she was nearly fifty; then a comfortable fortune was left her, and she knew just how to use it. That house was given her, but instead of living in it all alone, she filled it with poor gentlefolks who needed neat, respectable homes, but could n't get anything comfortable for their little money. I'm one of them, and I know the worth of what she does for me. Two old widow ladies live below me, several students overhead, poor Mrs. Kean and her lame⁴¹ boy have the back parlor⁴², and Jenny the little bedroom next Miss Mills. Each pays what they can; that's independent, and makes us feel better but that dear woman does a thousand things that money can't pay for, and we feel her influence all through the house. I'd rather be married, and have a home of my own; but next to that, I should like to be an old maid like Miss Mills."

 

Polly's sober face and emphatic tone made Fanny laugh, and at the cheery sound a young girl pushing a baby-carriage looked round and smiled.

 

"What lovely eyes!" whispered Fanny.

 

"Yes, that's little Jane," returned Polly, adding, when she had passed, with a nod and a friendly "Don't get tired, Jenny," "we help one another at our house, and every fine morning Jenny takes Johnny Kean out when she goes for her own walk. That gives his mother time to rest, does both the children good, and keeps things neighborly. Miss Mills suggested it, and Jenny is so glad to do anything for anybody, it's a pleasure to let her."

 

"I've heard of Miss Mills before. But I should think she would get tired to death, sitting there making hoods⁴³ and petticoats day after day," said Fanny, after thinking over Jenny's story for a few minutes, for seeing the girl seemed to bring it nearer, and make it more real to her.

 

"But she don't sit there all the time. People come to her with their troubles, and she goes to them with all sorts of help, from soap and soup, to shrouds⁴⁴ for the dead and comfort for the living. I go with her sometimes, and it is more exciting than any play, to see and hear the lives and stories of the poor."

 

"How can you bear the dreadful sights and sounds, the bad air, and the poverty that can't be cured?"

 

"But it is n't all dreadful. There are good and lovely things among them, if one only has eyes to see them. It makes me grateful and contented⁴⁵, shows me how rich I am, and keeps me ready to do all I can for these poor souls."

 

"My good Polly!" and Fanny gave her friends arm an affectionate squeeze, wondering if it was this alone that had worked the change in Polly.

 

"You have seen two of my new friends, Miss Mills and Jenny, now I'll show you two more," said Polly, presently, as they reached a door, and she led the way up several flights of public stairs. "Rebecca Jeffrey is a regularly splendid girl, full of talent; she won't let us call it genius; she will be famous some day, I know, she is so modest, and yet so intent on her work. Lizzie Small is an engraver⁴⁶, and designs the most delightful⁴⁷ little pictures. Becky and she live together, and take care of one another in true Damon and Pythias style. This studio is their home, they work, eat, sleep, and live here, going halves in everything. They are all alone in the world, but as happy and independent as birds; real friends, whom nothing will part."

 

"Let a lover come between them, and their friendship won't last long," said Fanny.

 

"I think it will. Take a look at them, and you'll change your mind," answered Polly, tapping at a door, on which two modest cards were tacked⁴⁸.

 

"Come in!" said a voice, and obeying, Fanny found herself in a large, queerly furnished room, lighted from above, and occupied by two girls. One stood before a great clay figure, in a corner. This one was tall, with a strong face, keen eyes, short, curly hair, and a fine head. Fanny was struck at once by this face and figure, though the one was not handsome, and the other half hidden by a great pinafore covered with clay. At a table where the light was clearest, sat a frail-looking girl, with a thin face, big eyes, and pale hair, a dreamy, absorbed little person, who bent over a block, skillfully wielding⁴⁹ her tools.

 

"Becky and Bess, how do you do? This is my friend, Fanny Shaw. We are out on a rampage; so go on with your work, and let us lazy ones look on and admire."

 

As Polly spoke, both girls looked up and nodded, smilingly; Bess gave Fan the one easy-chair; Becky took an artistic⁵⁰ survey of the new-comer, with eyes that seemed to see everything; then each went on with her work, and all began to talk.

 

"You are just what I want, Polly. Pull up your sleeve, and give me an arm while you sit; the muscles here are n't right, and you've got just what I want," said Becky, slapping the round arm of the statue, at which Fan was gazing with awe⁵¹.

 

"How do you get on?" asked Polly, throwing off her cloak, and rolling up her sleeves, as if going to washing.

 

"Slowly. The idea is working itself clear, and I follow as fast as my hands can. Is the face better, do you think?" said Becky, taking off a wet cloth, and showing the head of the statue.

 

"How beautiful it is!" cried Fanny, staring at it with increased respect.

 

"What does it mean to you?" asked Rebecca, turning to her with a sudden shine in her keen eyes.

 

"I don't know whether it is meant for a saint or a muse⁴⁰, a goddess or a fate; but to me it is only a beautiful woman, bigger, lovelier, and more imposing⁵² than any woman I ever saw," answered Fanny, slowly, trying to express the impression the statue made upon her.

 

Rebecca smiled brightly, and Bess looked round to nod approvingly, but Polly clapped her hands, and said, "Well done, Fan! I did n't think you 'd get the idea so well, but you have, and I'm proud of your insight. Now I'll tell you, for Becky will let me, since you have paid her the compliment of understanding her work. Some time ago we got into a famous talk about what women should be, and Becky said she'd show us her idea of the coming woman. There she is, as you say, bigger, lovelier, and more imposing than any we see nowadays; and at the same time, she is a true woman. See what a fine forehead, yet the mouth is both firm and tender, as if it could say strong, wise things, as well as teach children and kiss babies. We could n't decide what to put in the hands as the most appropriate symbol. What do you say?"

 

"Give her a sceptre: she would make a fine queen," answered Fanny.

 

"No, we have had enough of that; women have been called queens a long time, but the kingdom given them is n't worth ruling," answered Rebecca.

 

"I don't think it is nowadays," said Fanny, with a tired sort of sigh.

 

"Put a man's hand in hers to help her along, then," said Polly, whose happy fortune it had been to find friends and helpers in father and brothers.

 

"No; my woman is to stand alone, and help herself," said Rebecca, decidedly.

 

"She's to be strong-minded, is she?" and Fanny's lip curled a little as she uttered the misused⁵³ words.

 

"Yes, strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied; that is why I made her larger than the miserable⁵⁴, pinched-up woman of our day. Strength and beauty must go together. Don't you think these broad shoulders can bear burdens without breaking down, these hands work well, these eyes see clearly, and these lips do something besides simper and gossip?"

 

Fanny was silent; but a voice from Bess's corner said, "Put a child in her arms, Becky."

 

"Not that even, for she is to be something more than a nurse."

 

"Give her a ballot-box," cried a new voice, and turning round, they saw an odd-looking woman perched on a sofa behind them.

 

"Thank you for the suggestion, Kate. I'll put that with the other symbols at her feet; for I'm going to have needle, pen, palette, and broom somewhere, to suggest the various talents she owns, and the ballot-box will show that she has earned the right to use them. How goes it?" and Rebecca offered a clay-daubed hand, which the new-comer cordially shook.

 

"Great news, girls! Anna is going to Italy!" cried Kate, tossing up her bonnet like a school-boy.

 

"Oh, how splendid! Who takes her? Has she had a fortune left her? Tell all about it," exclaimed the girls, gathering⁵⁵ round the speaker.

 

"Yes, it is splendid; just one of the beautiful things that does everybody heaps of good, it is so generous and so deserved. You know Anna has been longing⁵⁶ to go; working and hoping for a chance, and never getting it, till all of a sudden Miss Burton is inspired to invite the girl to go with her for several years to Italy. Think of the luck of that dear soul, the advantages she'll have, the good it will do her, and, best of all, the lovely way in which it comes to her. Miss Burton wants, her as a friend, asks nothing of her but her company, and Anna will go through fire and water for her, of course. Now, is n't that fine?"

 

It was good to see how heartily⁵⁷ these girls sympathized in their comrade's good fortune. Polly danced all over the room, Bess and Becky hugged one another, and Kate laughed with her eyes full, while even Fanny felt a glow of, pride and pleasure at the kind act.

 

"Who is that?" she whispered to Polly, who had subsided⁵⁸ into a corner.

 

"Why, it Is Kate King, the authoress. Bless me, how rude not to introduce you! Here, my King, is an admirer of yours, Fanny Shaw, and my well beloved friend," cried Polly, presenting Fan, who regarded the shabby young woman with as much respect, as if she had been arrayed in velvet⁵⁹ and ermine; for Kate had written a successful book by accident, and happened to be the fashion, just then.

 

"It's time for lunch, girls, and I brought mine along with me, it's so much jollier to eat in sisterhood. Let's club together, and have a revel," said Kate, producing a bag of oranges, and several big, plummy buns.

 

"We've got sardines⁶¹, crackers⁶², and cheese," said Bess, clearing off a table with all speed.

 

"Wait a bit, and I'll add my share," cried Polly, and catching⁶³ up her cloak, she ran off to the grocery store near by.

 

"You'll be shocked at our performances, Miss Shaw, but you can call it a picnic, and never tell what dreadful things you saw us do," said Rebecca, polishing a paint knife by rubbing it up and down in a pot of ivy⁶⁴, while Kate spread forth⁶⁵ the feast in several odd plates, and a flat shell or two.

 

"Let us have coffee to finish off with; put on the pot, Bess, and skim the milk," added Becky, as she produced cups, mugs, and a queer little vase, to supply drinking vessels⁶⁶ for the party.

 

"Here's nuts, a pot of jam, and some cake. Fan likes sweet things, and we want to be elegant when we have company," said Polly, flying in again, and depositing her share on the table.

 

"Now, then, fall to, ladies, and help yourselves. Never mind if the china don't hold out; take the sardines by their little tails, and wipe your fingers on my brown-paper napkins," said Kate, setting the example with such a relish⁶⁷, that the others followed it in a gale⁶⁸ of merriment.

 

Fanny had been to many elegant lunches, but never enjoyed one more than that droll⁶⁹ picnic in the studio; for there was a freedom about it that was charming, an artistic flavor to everything, and such a spirit of good-will and gayety, that she felt at home at once. As they ate, the others talked and she listened, finding it as interesting as any romance to hear these young women discuss their plans, ambitions, successes, and defeats. It was a new world to her, and they seemed a different race of creatures from the girls whose lives were spent in dress, gossip, pleasure, or ennui⁷⁰. They were girls still, full of spirits fun, and youth; but below the light-heartedness each cherished a purpose, which seemed to ennoble her womanhood, to give her a certain power, a sustaining satisfaction, a daily stimulus⁷¹, that led her on to daily effort, and in time to some success in circumstance or character, which was worth all the patience, hope, and labor⁷² of her life.

 

Fanny was just then in the mood to feel the beauty of this, for the sincerest emotion she had ever known was beginning to make her dissatisfied with herself, and the aimless life she led. "Men must respect such girls as these," she thought; "yes, and love them too, for in spite of their independence, they are womanly. I wish I had a talent to live for, if it would do as much for me as it does for them. It is this sort of thing that is improving Polly, that makes her society interesting to Sydney, and herself so dear to every one. Money can't buy these things for me, and I want them very much."

 

As these thoughts were passing through her mind, Fanny was hearing all sorts of topics discussed with feminine enthusiasm and frankness. Art, morals, politics, society, books, religion, housekeeping, dress, and economy, for the minds and tongues roved from subject to subject with youthful rapidity, and seemed to get something from the dryest and the dullest.

 

"How does the new book come on?" asked Polly, sucking her orange in public with a composure which would have scandalized the good ladies of "Cranford."

 

"Better than it deserves. My children, beware of popularity; it is a delusion⁷³ and a snare⁷⁴; it puffeth up the heart of man, and especially of woman; it blindeth the eyes to faults; it exalteth unduly⁷⁵ the humble⁷⁶ powers of the victim; it is apt to be capricious, and just as one gets to liking⁷⁷ the taste of this intoxicating⁷⁸ draught⁷⁹, it suddenly faileth, and one is left gasping⁸⁰, like a fish out of water," and Kate emphasized her speech by spearing a sardine⁶⁰ with a penknife, and eating it with a groan⁸¹.

 

"It won't hurt you much, I guess; you have worked and waited so long, a large dose will do you good," said Rebecca, giving her a generous spoonful of jam, as if eager to add as much sweetness as possible to a life that had not been an easy one.

 

"When are you and Becky going to dissolve partnership⁸²?" asked Polly, eager for news of all.

 

"Never! George knows he can't have one without the other, and has not suggested such a thing as parting us. There is always room in my house for Becky, and she lets me do as she would if she was in my place," answered Bess, with a look which her friend answered by a smile.

 

"The lover won't separate this pair of friends, you see," whispered Polly to Fan. "Bess is to be married in the spring, and Becky is to live with her."

 

"By the way, Polly, I've got some tickets for you. People are always sending me such things, and as I don't care for them, I'm glad to make them over to you young and giddy infants. There are passes for the statuary exhibition, Becky shall have those, here are the concert tickets for you, my musical girl; and that is for a course of lectures on literature, which I'll keep for myself."

 

As Kate dealt out the colored cards to the grateful girls, Fanny took a good look at her, wondering if the time would ever come when women could earn a little money and success, without paying such a heavy price for them; for Kate looked sick, tired, and too early old. Then her eye went to the unfinished statue, and she said, impulsively⁸³, "I hope you'll put that in marble, and show us what we ought to be."

 

"I wish I could!" And an intense desire shone in Rebecca's face, as she saw her faulty work, and felt how fair her model was.

 

For a minute, the five young women sat silent looking up at the beautiful, strong figure before them, each longing to see it done, and each unconscious that she was helping⁸⁴, by her individual effort and experience, to bring the day when their noblest ideal of womanhood should be embodied⁸⁵ in flesh and blood, not clay.

 

The city bells rung one, and Polly started up.

 

"I must go, for I promised a neighbor of mine a lesson at two."

 

"I thought this was a holiday," said Fanny.

 

"So it is, but this is a little labor of love, and does n't spoil the day at all. The child has talent, loves music, and needs help. I can't give her money, but I can teach her; so I do, and she is the most promising³¹ pupil I have. Help one another, is part of the religion of our sisterhood, Fan."

 

"I must put you in a story, Polly. I want a heroine, and you will do," said Kate.

 

"Me! why, there never was such a humdrum⁸⁶, unromantic thing as I am," cried Polly, amazed.

 

"I've booked you, nevertheless, so in you go; but you may add as much romance as you like, it's time you did."

 

"I'm ready for it when it comes, but it can't be forced, you know," and Polly blushed and smiled as if some little spice of that delightful thing had stolen into her life, for all its prosaic⁸⁷ seeming.

 

Fanny was amused to see that the girls did not kiss at parting, but shook hands in a quiet, friendly fashion, looking at one another with eyes that said more than the most "gushing⁸⁸" words.

 

"I like your friends very much, Polly. I was afraid I should find them mannish and rough, or sentimental and conceited⁸⁹. But they are simple, sensible creatures, full of talent, and all sorts of fine things. I admire and respect them, and want to go again, if I may."

 

"Oh, Fan, I am so glad! I hoped you'd like them, I knew they'd do you good, and I'll take you any time, for you stood the test better than I expected. Becky asked me to bring you again, and she seldom does that for fashionable young ladies, let me tell you."

 

"I want to be ever so much better, and I think you and they might show me how," said Fanny, with a traitorous⁹⁰ tremble in her voice.

 

"We'll show you the sunny side of poverty and work, and that is a useful lesson for any one, Miss Mills says," answered Polly, hoping that Fan would learn how much the poor can teach the rich, and what helpful friends girls may be to one another.

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