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of her having to go to that po-poor-farm!"
Dismayed by the catch in Polly's voice, and horribly afraid that she was really going to cry, Laurie suddenly recalled the fact that he must get back to school. "Well, I—I suppose there isn't anything any one can do," he murmured awkwardly. "Maybe the poor-farm won't be so bad. I suppose it's the idea of it that sort of gets her, eh? Well, I must be trundling along, Polly."
Laurie gave a farewell suck at his straw, which resulted in only a gurgling sound at the bottom of his glass, and dropped off the counter.
"Well, see you to-morrow," he announced cheerfully. "Good night, Polly."
"Good night," said Polly. "But you didn't need to run away. I hadn't any intention of cr-crying!"
