"
"Polly won't tell," said the girl, with a superb air; "don't you know
any better, Cathie Harrison, you goose, you!"
To be called a goose by two persons in the course of an hour was too
much for Cathie's endurance, and flinging off the girl's arm, she cried
out passionately, "I won't stay; I'm going home!" and rushed out the
door.
Dr. Fisher turned from a deliberate look at the girl's white cheeks, as
she ran past, to the flushed ones before him.
"I'm very sorry that anything unpleasant has happened. I dropped in to
tell you of a little surprise, but I see it's no time now."
"Oh, Papa-Doctor!" cried Polly, flying up to him from the center of the
group, "it was nothing--only"--
"A girl's quarrel is not a slight thing, Polly," said little Dr. Fisher
gravely, "and one of your friends has gone away very unhappy."
"Oh! I know it," said Polly, "and I'm so sorry."
"We can't any of us help it," said Alexia quickly. "Cathie Harrison has
the temper of a gorilla--so there, Dr. Fisher."
Dr. Fisher set his spectacles straight, and looked at Alexia, but he did
not even smile, as she hoped he would do. "I can't help it," she said,
tracing the pattern of the carpet with the toe of her boot, "she makes
us all so uncomfortable, oh! you can't think.
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