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           "Oh,yes. Shetoldmelongago." Theoldmanhesitated,thenwenton,hislipstwitchingalittle. "Iwasgrowlin’oneday‘causeIwassobentupandcrooked; an’whatdoyes’posethelittlethingsaid?" 

           "Icouldn’tguess. Iwouldn’tthinkshecouldfindANYTHIN’aboutTHATterbegladabout!" 

           "Shedid. ShesaidIcouldbeglad,anyhow,thatIdidn’thaveterSTOOPSOFARTERDOMYWEEDIN’‘causeIwasalreadybentpartwayover." 

           Nancygaveawistfullaugh. 

           "Well,Iain’tsurprised,afterall. Youmightknowshe’dfindsomethin’. We’vebeenplayin’it—thatgame—sincealmostthefirst,‘causetherewa’n’tnooneelseshecouldplayitwith—thoughshedidspeakof—heraunt." 

           "MISSPOLLY!" 

           Nancychuckled. 

           "Iguessyouhain’tgotsuchanawfuldiff’rentopiniono’themistressthanIhave,"shebridled. 

           OldTomstiffened. 

           "Iwasonlythinkin’‘twouldbe—someofasurprise—toher,"heexplainedwithdignity. 

           "Well,yes,Iguess‘twouldbe—THEN,"retortedNancy. "Iain’tsayin’what‘twouldbeNOW. I’dbelieveanythin’o’themistressnow—eventhatshe’dtaketerplayin’itherself!" 

           "Buthain’tthelittlegaltoldher—ever? She’stoldev’ryoneelse,Iguess. I’mhearin’ofitev’rywhere,now,sinceshewashurted,"saidTom.