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VIII. AT THE SHORE
IX. PRINCESS POLLY RETURNS
X. GWEN CALLS UPON POLLY
XI. GWEN TELLS A STORY
XII. GYP RUNS AWAY
PRINCESS POLLY'S PLAYMATES
IN THE GARDEN
"IF it was only true that castles COULD be enchanted, then I'd surely
think Sherwood Hall was one," said the little girl with soft, dreamy
"You'd think Sherwood Hall was what?" questioned the other little girl,
who had paused to rest her foot upon a stone, while she tied the ribbons
of her shoe.
"An enchanted castle!"
"Why Vivian Osborne! You're always thinking of fairy tales," was the
quick reply, and she laughed as if the idea were impossible.
"Now Leslie Grafton," Vivian replied, "you just come here, and look
where Sherwood Hall shows between the trees. See the sun on the red
roofs, and on those lovely windows! Can't you almost SEE the captive
princess looking from her casement?"
"Well there she is!" cried Leslie laughing, "and we don't have to ALMOST
see her. We can TRULY see her."
"Oh, wasn't it fine that just as we were talking, Princess Polly opened
her window, and looked out," said Vivian, as together they ran up the
avenue, and in at the gateway of Sherwood Hall.
"It was Lena Lindsey who first thought of calling her 'Princess Polly,'
and she's always so sweet that the name seems to belong to her," said
Polly had seen them, and when they reached the house, she was waiting to
"The postman is coming!" they cried, "the postman is coming, and we ran
ahead to tell you!"
"Oh, perhaps there's a letter from Rose!" said Polly.
"That's what we thought," said Leslie, "and if there is, DO tell us some
of it. We love Rose Atherton as much as you do."
Polly Sherwood shaded her eyes with her hand, and looked along the broad
"Oh, now I see him!" she cried, "and he's taking out a handful of
letters as he comes along."
The postman laughed at Polly's eagerness.
"Three for you, Miss Polly," he said, as he placed them in her hands.
Polly looked at the envelopes. "That one is from my cousin," she said.
"She always uses pink paper, and that one is from a little girl I used
to play with before we came to live at Sherwood Hall. I know, because
her paper is always pale green, but THIS one--" she held up the envelope
with a little cry of delight, "THIS one is from Rose!"
With Leslie and Vivian looking over her shoulder, Polly opened the
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