\"Oh，Polly，Iamsoglad!Ineverthoughtofit­；youaresogood，andhe\'ssuchawildboy，­；Ican\'tbelieveit­；butitissodearofyoutocareforhim。\"
\"Couldn\'thelpit­；triednotto­；butitwassohard­；youknow，Fan，youknow，\"saidastifledvoicefromthedepthsoftheveryfuzzycushionwhichTomhadoncecondemned。
Thelastwords，andtheappealinghandoutstretchedtoher，toldFannythesecretofherfriend\'stendersympathyforherownlovetroubles，andseemedsopathetic，thatshetookPollyinherarms，andcriedoverher，inthefond，foolishwaygirlshaveofdoingwhentheirheartsarefull，andtearscansaymorethantongues。Thesilenceneverlastslong，however，forthefemininedesireto\"talkitover\"usuallygetsthebetterofthedeepestemotion。Sopresentlythegirlswerehardatit，Pollyveryhumbleanddowncast，Fannyexcitedandoverflowingwithcuriosityanddelight。
\"Reallymysister!Youdearthing，howheavenlythatwillbe，\"shecried。
\"Itneverwillbe，\"answeredPollyinatoneofcalmdespair。