Happy Pollyooly: The Rich Little Poor Girl
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, the dancer, who was engaged in a triumphant tour of the continent of Europe. She put it on the top of the pile of letters, mostly bills, w
capable intentness in her deep blue eyes as she watched the bacon, sizzling on the grill, for the right moment to turn the rashers. She never missed
brow and an angry gleam in his grey eyes. She knew that of all the emotions which moved him, anger was the rarest; indeed she could only remember having once seen him angry: on the occasion on which he had smitten Mr. Montague Fitzgerald on the head whe
y's beautiful face, set in its aureole of red hair; he did not enliven his meal by talking to her about the affairs of the moment. She respected his musi
must go to Buda-Pesth," h
ith the Esmeralda, sir?" said
the Esmeralda-a Moldo-Wallachian," said the
sir?" said Pollyool
the Honourable John Ruffin
said: "Is he-is he persecuting her, sir, like Senor Perez
rimly. "I gather from this letter that she is regarding his attentions, which, I am su
this information
ng to marry
John Ruffin in a tone of the dee
r further information to throw light
re table with his fingers, fr
alike woman's privilege and her duty. I should be sorry-indeed I s
ite sympathy, though she had not
llachian-at least that's what I gather from this letter-is merely handsome in that cheap and obvious South-European way-tha
e same politeness and in the same
ment, then went on: "I should like to take you with me, for I know how helpful you can be in the matter of these insolent a
Lump and me," said Pollyooly quickly,
attic above the Honourable John Ruffin's chambers, had acq
eal is sometimes a lengthy process. Of course the Temple is a quiet place; but I don't like to leave two small children alone in it for a fortnigh
all right, sir," said Polly
, it's you," he said handsomely. "But I want to devote all my energies to the affirmation of the ide
again to his mind and he walked along pondering it. Presently there came to him a happy thought: there was their common friend, Hilary Vance, an artist who had employed Pollyooly as his model for a set of stories for The Blue Magazine. Hilary Vance was devoted to Pollyooly, and he had a spare bedr
ad fallen forward so as nearly to hide his big, simple eyes, opened the door to him. At the sight of his vi
Vance; but it seemed to him that to-day he was boiling with an added exuberance; and that curiosity was aroused. He took up a chair and hammered its back on the floor so that the dust fell off the seat, sat down astride it, and, bending
n that his friend had swollen with the insolent
monly cheerful, Vance
n his chair, laid down his pencil, and said in a tone of s
ve found a wo
changed; his eyes rested on the face of his fri
g rather a habit?
lary Vance with splendid dignity. "Bu
h an expression of
he Honourable John Ruffin.
im from so many difficulties, something of guilt mingled with the b
is in S
briskness which made Hilary Vance himself jump, and cr
s! Then you'
?" said Hilary Va
Ruffin in a less excited tone. "James is in Scotland; I'm off
you mean," said Hil
's so hopeless!" said the Honourable J
" cried Hilary Van
rnful air. "I can not save you. I've got to go to Buda-Pesth." He walked half-way to the door, turned sharply o
you do!" bellow
d the Honourable John
odness!" growled Hilary Vance triumph
fin with a gesture of despair. He stood and seemed to plunge into d
owed a faint air of hope to li
ance-there's
an jolly well mind your own business and leave me alone. I can
let Pollyooly and the Lump occupy that spare bedroom of yours. I don't like leaving them alone in the Temple; and I thought that you might like to have them here for a while, though I fear Pollyooly will clean th
ry Vance's face began to smooth out; as the Honourable Jo
more delight to my eye than any one I know. And there are so few people in town, and I'm
everal steps down the room wearin
rything. I've always wondered about you. Now I know. You are one of tho
n," said Hilary Vance, bri
m really very much obliged to you for relie
y and the Lump should come, and then the
the front door with him. On the th
ike you to
He looked at Hilary Vance very earnestly. "Yes, I see-I see-
use me of having encouraged you.
at the end of the street," said
ow why it is that the WOMAN is so often at a florist's at the end of the street. It seems to be
oor old chap
nd and started briskly up the street. Ten y
ng that's woman
" cried Hilary V
ok his head sadly and without
urable John Ruffin enter the florist's shop at the end of the street. He did not come out of it for a quarter of an hour,