"
Gammon laughed.
"It's all right, Polly. Don't be afraid. All between me and you. But
I'll bet he didn't tell you where he was living?"
She shook her head.
"Of course not, I knew that," said Gammon, with a mysterious air.
"Well, go on. He met you again, didn't he?"
"Once more, only once."
"Yes, and gave you little presents and told you to be a good gyurl
and never disgrace your uncle. Oh, I know him! But he took precious
good care not to let you know where he lived."
"But you know?" she exclaimed.
"No fear, Polly. You shall, too, if you have patience, though I
don't say it'll be just yet."
A few more questions, and the girl had told everything--Mr. Clover's
failure to keep the third appointment and her fruitless watchings
since then.
"He got a bit timid, Polly, you see," exclaimed Gammon. "And he was
right, too; you couldn't keep it to yourself, you see. You spoil
everything with that temper of yours, my dear. Don't be cross, my
beauty; it don't matter much, comes to the same thing in the end.
Now just look here, Polly.
Pages:
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165