Miss Pepper-Miss Pepper! Polly turned quickly, it was such an anxious little cry. What? Oh, Amy Loughead. Amy threw herself up against Polly's gown. Oh, if I may, she began, flushing painfully. You see my brother is coming to-morrow-I've a letter-so if you will let me. Let you what? cried Polly, with a little laugh; go on, Amy, don't be afraid. You see it is just this way, Amy twisted her fingers together, drew her breath hard, and rushed on nervously; Jack-he's my brother, you kw-promised me-I never told you-if I would only learn to play on the pia, he'd take me to Europe with him next time, and w he's coming to-morrow, and-and, oh! what shall I do?