This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...worry about being satisfactory to Miss Pomeroy had departed with the minister's words down by the brook, but as she lay in bed the next morning, listening to the birds out in a big ehn tree the branches of which came near one of her windows, she had some sober thoughts. "The reason Miss Pomeroy is going to adopt me," ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...worry about being satisfactory to Miss Pomeroy had departed with the minister's words down by the brook, but as she lay in bed the next morning, listening to the birds out in a big ehn tree the branches of which came near one of her windows, she had some sober thoughts. "The reason Miss Pomeroy is going to adopt me," said Polly to herself, "is because she thinks I'm like Eleanor. I'm not like her, inside, of course, but I'm trying to be. Now don't you be a selfish girl, Polly Prentiss. You've got a beautiful home with a lovely, kind lady that does things for you all the time, and Miss Arctura and Mr. Hiram beside, just as good as they can be, and the kittens to play with, and Daisy out in her stall, and you can go off into the woods this afternoon, and take the book that the minister's sisters love, and perhaps they'll let you go again some other day. "And all you've got to do," said Polly severely to herself, "is to stop wanting to run out doors morning, noon, and night, and wanting to play with a doll, and wishing somebody'd call you Polly, and not mind having to eat so much, or lying down on this bed that gets so hot in the afternoon, and stop being lonesome for the folks at Manser Farm, and learn how to mend your clothes. I guess that's about all, and it isn't much for a girl that's going on eleven." Polly had a delightful time that afternoon. Arctura had taken in the snow-white clothes from the line, and informed the little girl that she had no intention of ironing that day, and would make an excursion into the woods with her. "I've got a crick in my back," Miss Green announced when Polly descended from her hour on the bed, "and what I need is to get right down close to nature. I'll take my old gray sha...
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