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He stretched out his soft paw, and caught at the envelope, as if to play
with it.
"Now, Mortimer, 't isn't any use for you to take the letter, because you
know, dear, you couldn't read it, but I'll tell you the best thing in
it, if you'll listen."
The big cat stared at her and blinked.
"Rose is coming to see us, and Mortimer, when I say US, that means you
and me. Of course she wants to see her Aunt Judith, and everyone in this
town, but MOST she really wants to see us, that TRULY is you and me.
Aren't you glad?"
He arched his neck, and rubbed against her, purring as if to show his
delight with the news she had told him.
Polly took him in her arms, and carrying him to the hammock, seated
herself, and began to swing very gently.
At another time, Sir Mortimer might have objected, but just now he was
rather drowsy, and instead of jumping from the hammock, he curled up in
Polly's lap, and seemed to be preparing for a nap.
"I love little pussy," sang Princess Polly, gently patting his handsome
head.
"Look at her, now," said the cook, peeping from the kitchen window, and
pointing at Polly, "ain't she the dearest child in the world?"
"Ye've no need ter ask," said the big butler, "fer ye know my answer.
Our little Miss Princess Polly is the finest child I ever saw."
"And did ye mind that wild little heathen that came up here the other
day, a prancin' all over the place, here one minute, an' there another?
Sure, I expected ter see her shin up the side of the stable, an' then
jump from the ridge-pole. She'd make nothin' of that!" said the maid.
"I think it must be that little Harcourt monkey," said the butler, "and
I'm told her ma likes her wild pranks. What is it she calls 'em? Oh,
yes, I remember. She says as how her darling is very VERVASHUS! What
that means I do'no, but one thing I'm SURE of. If her youngster is THAT,
our Miss Polly just AIN'T!"
And while Polly petted big Sir Mortimer, she thought of the dear letter,
and softly whispered to her pet:
"Lena is just as glad that Rose is coming as you, and I are, and she
said Rob would be glad, too."
There were other little people beside Polly and Lena who were thinking
of the first days of school, and of them all, not one was more
interested than wee Dollie Burton.
Indeed, she was both interested, and grieved. Interested to hear all
that her sister, Blanche, and the other children had to say, and grieved
because she could not understand why she could not at once begin to be a
little school girl.
In vain was she told that she was far too small to think of going to
school. She insisted that she was not so VERY little, and that she so
wished to go.
"Blanche did not go to school until she was much larger than you, dear,"
her mother had said, "and I think it would be far better for you to stay
at home this Winter. You can play school at home, and you can be the
teacher, and your two little kittens, and your dolls can be your
pupils."
"But I could play it nicer if I had been to school just a little while,"
said Dollie, "'cause then I'd know just how."
The rustic bridge upon which Polly and Lena had stood spanned the brook
that ran through the grove.
The grove was a wee bit of woodland so near to dwellings that it was
quite safe for children to play there.
Dollie Burton was so very small, however, that she had always played in
the lovely grounds that surrounded her home.
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