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I MISS CISSY'S PLAN 7

II "CASH ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIVE" 21

V POLLY'S PLUCK 66

VI SISTER'S PARTY 79

X THE TELEGRAM 146

MISS CISSY'S PLAN

"There now! You're done!" exclaimed Hannah, the nurse, giving Priscilla an approving pat and looking her over carefully from head to heels to see that nothing was amiss. "Now you'll please to sit in this chair, like a little lady, and not stir, else you'll rumple your pretty frock and then your mamma will be displeased, for she will want you to look just right before all the company down-stairs. Your grandpapa and grandmamma, and uncles and aunts, and Cousin Cicely--all the line folks who have come to take dinner with you and bring you lovely birthday presents. So up you go!"

Priscilla suffered herself to be lifted into the big armchair without a word and then sat obediently still, watching Hannah, as she bustled about the nursery "tidying up" as she called it.

Priscilla was a very quiet little girl, with great, solemn brown eyes, a small, sober mouth and a quantity of soft, bright hair that had to be brushed so often it made her eyes water just to think of it.

This was her eighth birthday. Now, when strangers asked her, as they always did, "how old she was" she could reply "Going on nine," but she would still be compelled to give the same old answer to their next familiar question of, "And have you any brothers and sisters?" for Priscilla was an only child.

She sometimes wondered what they meant when they shook their heads and murmured, "Such a pity! Poor little thing!" for when Theresa, the parlor-maid, whom, by the way, Priscilla did not like very much, came up to the nursery and saw all her wonderful toys and the new frocks and hats and coats that were continually being sent home to her, she always said sharply and with a curl of the lip: "My! But isn't she a lucky child! It must be grand to be such a rich little thing!" For how can one be "a pity" and "lucky" at the same time? and "a poor little thing" and a "rich little thing" at once?

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