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Brooks, Amy

"Princess Polly's Gay Winter"


Again she waited, listening for approaching footsteps. Then she stooped,
and tried to peep through the keyhole. She turned, a crafty light in
her eyes, and she nodded until her curls danced as she softly said;
"What if the door isn't locked? And what if I should walk right in,
and sit down? What would happen?"
She looked elfish as she asked the questions, a smile parting her lips.
Carefully she turned the knob and then, a gentle push opened the door,
and on tiptoe, she entered, making her way along the hall to a room
where the sunlight streamed across the floor.
The hall had been dark, and coming suddenly upon the broad band of
sunlight, Gwen was almost blinded, and for a few seconds, she did not
see other objects in the room. A chair stood near the door, and she
climbed upon it, squirming around, and sitting down as if it were
exactly what she had come intending to do.
She wondered why the house was so still.
She also wondered where the pleasant faced lady was. She felt strangely
nervous, and a bit afraid.
She could not have told why she felt afraid to move, and so sat
absolutely still.


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