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Yes, I hope you'll have a nice time, Pickering Dodge was saying for the dozenth time, with eyes for no one but Polly,
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Oh, Ben! I can't go,
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You must,
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I can't, said poor Polly,
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My dear child, she said, taking Polly's hands,
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Yes, I know,
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Then, Polly, be brave, dear, and don't begrudge me my three new boys, she added playfully.
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Just think how happy I'm to be, with six such splendid fellows to call my own.
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And one thing more, said Mrs. Whitney in a low voice,
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looking steadily at Polly and the three boys,
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I'll remember,
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So will I,
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And I will,
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Well, I hope, Miss Polly, said young Mr. Bayley, sauntering up,
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Miss Mary Pepper?
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She will receive my flowers at intervals all the way over, if the steward doesn't fail me, he reflected with satisfaction,
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Miss Mary Pepper?
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It's for you, Miss Polly, said young Mr. Bayley.
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Let me relieve you,
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Oh! are they for me?
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I believe you are Miss Mary Pepper, said young Bayley.
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Pretty, aren't they?