AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL.
CHAPTER I.
POLLY ARRIVES.
"IT'S time to go to the station, Tom."
"Come on, then."
"Oh, I'm not going; it's too wet. Shouldn't have a crimp left, if I went out such a day as this; and I want to look nice when Polly comes."
"You don't expect me to go and bring home a strange girl alone, do you?" And Tom looked as much alarmed as if his sister had proposed to him to escort the wild woman of Australia.
"Of course I do. It's your place to go and get her; and if you wasn't a bear, you'd like it."
"Well, I call that mean! I supposed I'd got to go; but you said you'd go, too. Catch me bothering about your friends another time! No, sir! " And Tom rose from the sofa with an air of indignant resolution, the impressive effect of which was somewhat damaged by a tousled head, and the hunched appearance of his garments generally.
