But after all, "play" of this kind is dull work played alone.

I was very glad when Polly came.
It was a few weeks after our return that my father proposed to ask Cousin Polly to pay us a visit.

I think my aunt had said something in a letter about her not being well, and the visit was supposed to be for the benefit of her health.
She was not ill for long at Dacrefield.

My "lessons" were of a very slight description as yet, and we spent most of our time out of doors.
The fun of showing Polly about the farm and grounds was quite as satisfactory as any that my dream of the flaxen-haired sister had promised.

I was quite prepared to yield to Cousin Polly in all things as before; but she, no doubt in deference to my position as host, met me halfway with unusual affability and graciousness.