I say, Polly, suppose we break it to him easy!" added Tom, after another turn.
"How do you mean ?" "Why, suppose Fan, or, better still, you go and sort of pave the way.

I can't bear to come down on him with the whole truth at once." "So you 'd like to have me go and tell him for you ?" Polly's lip curled a little as she said that, and she gave Tom a look that would have shown him how blue eyes can flash, if he had seen it.

But he was at the window, and did n't turn, as he said slowly, "Well, you see, he 's so fond of you; we all confide in you; and you are so like one of the family, that it seems quite natural.

Just tell him I 'm expelled, you know, and as much more as you like; then I 'll come in, and we 'll have it out." Polly rose and went to the door without a word.

In doing so, Tom caught a glimpse of her face, and said, hastily, "Don't you think it would be a good plan ?" "No, I don't." "Why not?
Don't you think he 'd rather have it told him nicely by you, than blurted out as I always do blurt things ?" "I know he 'd rather have his son go to him and tell the truth, like a man, instead of sending a girl to do what he is afraid to do himself." If Polly had suddenly boxed his ears, Tom could n't have looked more taken aback than by that burst.