CHAPTER XIII.
THE SUNNY SIDE.
"I'VE won the wager, Tom."
"Didn't know there was one."
"Don't you remember you said Polly would be tired of her teaching and give it up in three months, and I said she wouldn't?"
"Well, isn't she?"
"Not a bit of it. I thought she was at one time, and expected every day to have her come in with a long face, and say she couldn't stand it. But somehow, lately, she is always bright and happy, seems to like her work, and don't have the tired, worried look she used to at first. The three months are out, so pay up, Tommy."
"All right, what will you have?"
"You may make it gloves. I always need them, and papa looks sober when I want money."
There was a minute's pause as Fan returned to her practising, and Tom relapsed into the reverie he was enjoying seated astride of a chair, with his chin on his folded arms.
"Seems to me Polly don't come here as often as she used to," he said, presently.
