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Old Tom and Nancy
"Yes,shemightbe,"noddedtheoldman. "Andshe’sgoin’tersleepintheattic—moreshameterHER!"scoldedNancy,withanotherglanceoverhershouldertowardthehousebehindher.
OldTomfrowned. Thenextmomentacurioussmilecurvedhislips.
"I’ma-wonderin’whatMissPollywilldowithachildinthehouse,"hesaid.
"Humph! Well,I’ma-wonderin’whatachildwilldowithMissPollyinthehouse!"snappedNancy.
Theoldmanlaughed.
"I’mafraidyouain’tfondofMissPolly,"hegrinned.
"Asifeveranybodycouldbefondofher!"scornedNancy.
OldTomsmiledoddly. Hestoopedandbegantoworkagain.
"Iguessmaybeyoudidn’tknowaboutMissPolly’sloveaffair,"hesaidslowly.
"Loveaffair—HER! No! —andIguessnobodyelsedidn’t,neither."
"Oh,yestheydid,"noddedtheoldman. "Andthefeller’slivin’ter-day—rightinthistown,too."
"Whoishe?"
"Iain’ta-tellin’that. Itain’tfitthatIshould." Theoldmandrewhimselferect. Inhisdimblueeyes,ashefacedthehouse,therewastheloyalservant’shonestprideinthefamilyhehasservedandlovedforlongyears. "Butitdon’tseempossible—herandalover,"stillmaintainedNancy.
