a splendid courtesy as every one turned to survey them; but Polly stood still, and her eyes went from face to face, with an anxious, wistful air, which seemed to say, "I know I'm not right; but I hope I don't look very bad."
Grandma read the look in a minute; and when Fanny said, with a satisfied smile, "How do we look?'" she answered, drawing Polly toward her so kindly,
"Very like the fashion-plates you got the patterns of your dresses from. But this little costume suits me best."
"Do you really think I look nice?" and Polly's face brightened, for she valued the old lady's opinion very much.
"Yes, my dear; you look just as I like to see a child of your age look. What particularity pleases me is that you have kept your promise to your mother, and haven't let any one persuade you to wear borrowed finery. Young things like you don't need any ornaments but those you wear to-night,—youth, health, intelligence, and modesty."
As she spoke, grandma gave a tender kiss that made Polly glow like a rose, and for a minute she forgot that there were such things as pink silk and coral ear-rings in the world. She only said, "Thank you, ma'am," and heartily returned the kiss; but the words did her good, and her plain dress looked charming all of a sudden.
"Polly's so pretty, it don't matter what she wears," observed Tom, surveying her over his collar with an air of calm approval.
"She hasn't got any bwetelles to her dwess, and I
