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When Henry went back to the plow, and Polly ran down the road,

with the joy of the world surging in her heart and brain, she knew

that she was going to have to account to her tired, busyhalf an hour late with dinner; and he kneas going

to have to explain to an equally tired father why he was four

furrows short of where he should be

He cao to the Holts' Polly was his little chum; and she was always

alone all summer, so he just walked that way to be sure she was

safe His father looked at him quizzically

"So THAT'S the way the wind blows!" he said "Well, I don't knohere you could find a nicer little girl or a better worker I'd

always hoped you'd take to Milly York; but Polly is better; she

can work three of Milly doful plain, though!"

This sacrilege ca with their

first kiss, and his heart was drunken with the red wine of

innocent young love

"Why, Dad, you're crazy!" he cried "There isn't another girl in

the whole world as pretty and sweet as Polly Milly York? She

can't hold a candle to Polly! Besides, she's been Ada

as Polly has been mine!"

"God bless sters to