GOOD RESOLUTIONS. 31

 Mr. Goodall laughed heartily at Polly's picture of
domestic bliss to come. As for Polly, she only stared
in astonishment at his untimely mirth, not even
dreaming for a moment that it could be caused by
her account of arrangements which she looked upon
as sensible and excellent plans for future household
economy.
 "We talk like that together; it amuses her," said
Jack with a grand air, but in a low tone, and ventur-
ing on a wink at Mr. Goodall as he spoke.
 "Why do you say that, Jack ? said Polly, crimson
with indignation, for she had heard his words, low as
they were spoken,-" and why do you make a rude
eye at Mr. Goodall? Nurse says winks are vulgar."
 "I meant nothing, Polly Hopkins," said Jack sooth-
ingly.
 You did-you meant-I'm nearly sure-that you
were only in fun about being a gardener-and me
help-helping you to weed the b-b-beds," and here
Polly's voice was choked with sobs and indignation.
 "I'll be whatever Polly likes," said Jack tenderly.
 "And shall we always live together ?" asked Polly,
looking up at him through tearful eyes.
 Yes, always, always," promised Jack, taking out of
the child's pocket a small red-spotted handkerchief
about six inches square, and wiping the big blue
eyes with it.