I 'm sure there 's something very nice about Mr.Sydney, they looked so pleased when they whispered and giggled on the bed, and thought I was ripping bonnets, and did n't hear a word." "Which looked most pleased ?" asked Tom, investigating the kitchen boiler with deep interest.
"Well, 'pears to me Polly did; she talked most, and looked funny and very happy all the time.

Fan laughed a good deal, but I guess Polly is the loveress," replied Maud, after a moment's reflection.
"Hold your tongue; she 's coming!" and Tom began to pump as if the house was on fire.
Down came Polly, with heightened color, bright eyes, and not a single egg.

Tom took a quick look at her over his shoulder, and paused as if the fire was suddenly extinguished.

Something in his face made Polly feel a little guilty, so she fell to grating nutmeg, with a vigor which made red cheeks the most natural thing in life.

Maud, the traitor, sat demurely at work, looking very like what Tom had called her, a magpie with mischief in its head.