Polly

Polly resisted the temptation to pass comment on Adrian's recently acquired French accent.

Mr. and Mrs. William Webster had come all the way from Woodford to Concord, leaving three babies at home, to assist their old friends at the Inaugural Ball. You must have guessed that Mollie O'Neill, as Mrs. William Webster, would have grown plumper and prettier during the busy, happy years of married life with her husband and children on their large farm. For Mollie now had a small daughter "Polly," named for her beloved twin sister, and a pair of twin sons, Dan and Billy. She was more than ever in love with her husband and, many people believed, entirely under his thumb. Yet there were times when Mollie could and would assert herself in a surprising fashion just as she had in former days with her girl friends.

"Well, Johnny," she replied, rather hurt, "if you want to call me something else, you may do so; but I will not have any outlandish, ridiculous names. I don't like it much, but if you really wish it, you may call me Polly." Polly, indeed! Mary was getting more and more prosaic.

Polly wants a cracker!