"She told YOU, then, too, about that 'ere--game?"
"Oh, yes. She told me long ago." The old man hesitated, then
went on, his lips twitching a little. "I was growlin' one day
'cause I was so bent up and crooked; an' what do ye s'pose the
little thing said?"
"I couldn't guess. I wouldn't think she could find ANYTHIN' about
THAT ter be glad about!"
"She did. She said I could be glad, anyhow, that I didn't have
ter STOOP SO FAR TER DO MY WEEDIN' 'cause I was already bent part
way over."
Nancy gave a wistful laugh.
"Well, I ain't surprised, after all. You might know she'd find
somethin'. We've been playin' it--that game--since almost the
first, 'cause there wa'n't no one else she could play it
with--though she did speak of--her aunt."
"MISS POLLY!"
Nancy chuckled.
"I guess you hain't got such an awful diff'rent opinion o' the
mistress than I have," she bridled.
Old Tom stiffened.
"I was only thinkin' 'twould be--some of a surprise--to her," he
explained with dignity.
"Well, yes, I guess 'twould be--THEN," retorted Nancy.
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