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"Oh!" cried Vivian, "see the colors on it, blue, and pink, and green,
and your house, Polly. Don't it look like a tiny castle?'
"M--m," agreed Polly, for the pipe stem between her red lips would not
permit her to talk. When the bubble was as large as she dared to make
it, she swung it from the pipe and they saw it sail away.
Sir Mortimer, who had been watching Polly, scampered off after the
bubble. He often chased a bright, colored ball, and this he thought was
the finest ball he'd ever seen.
It dropped to the grass, and just as puss reached it, it burst. Sir
Mortimer stared at the place where it had vanished.
Polly and Vivian laughed at his surprise. He touched the spot with his
soft paw, then, turning, trotted away, as if to let them see that the
matter was beneath noticing.
"Oh, he's the dearest kitty!" cried Vivian, "blow another bubble, Polly,
and blow it right at him."
Laughing at the thought of surprising Sir Mortimer, Polly blew a fine
bubble, and swung it toward him.
He blinked at it, as it came nearer, and then,--oh, how they laughed, he
began to back away from it.
It overtook him, however, and landed squarely on his upturned nose.
He sneezed in disgust, and rubbed his nose violently with his paw.
"Oh, Mortimer darling, I won't do it again. If you don't like soap
bubbles, you needn't have them," said Polly, picking him up, and
caressing him.
It was evident that he forgave her, for he at once commenced to purr.
When Vivian said that she must go, Polly walked part of the way with her
for company.
"Are you truly going to visit Rose Atherton, soon? Inez Varney said you
were," said Vivian.
"Oh, yes," Polly replied, "I have the invitation, and I'm to go the
first week mama will let me. I may go next week. When I KNOW what day I
can go, I'm to write, and tell Rose, and Rose, with her Aunt, will call
for me at the station."
"Aren't you wild to go?" asked Vivian.
"Wild?" repeated Polly, "why I can hardly wait for the day. I want to
see the lovely, old house, and all the fine things, but most of all, I
long to see Rose."
"Well, Inez said--no, I guess I won't tell you what Inez said," Vivian
paused.
Did she dislike to repeat Inez' words, or was she waiting for Polly to
coax her to tell them? No one could have guessed.
Polly, thinking that Inez often spoke unpleasantly, turned toward
Vivian, and laying her little hand on her arm, said:
"I guess you'd better not tell what Inez said. I won't feel any
different toward Rose, if you do. I love Rose, and I'm going to visit
her, and I know I'll have a fine time."
"Oh, I'm sure you will," said Vivian, and she said it as if she meant
it.
"And Rose is coming to visit me," said Polly, "and when she comes, most
of the girls will be glad to see her. I wish they ALL would."
"_I_ will," said Vivian, "and you'll see that I am. I'll help to make
her glad that she came."
Some one came running swiftly behind them, and they turned to see who it
might be.
It was Harry Grafton, breathless and excited.
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