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Old Tom and Nancy

           "Yes,shemightbe,"noddedtheoldman. "Andshe’sgoin’tersleepintheatticmoreshameterHER!"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. 

           "LoveaffairHER! No! andIguessnobodyelsedidn’t,neither." 

           "Oh,yestheydid,"noddedtheoldman. "Andthefeller’slivin’ter-dayrightinthistown,too." 

           "Whoishe?" 

           "Iain’ta-tellin’that. Itain’tfitthatIshould." Theoldmandrewhimselferect. Inhisdimblueeyes,ashefacedthehouse,therewastheloyalservant’shonestprideinthefamilyhehasservedandlovedforlongyears. "Butitdon’tseempossibleherandalover,"stillmaintainedNancy. 

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