Then she hopped away from Polly and made a little cheese right on the sidewalk
"O dear me," wailed Polly, burrowing deeper within the folds of the black alpaca apron
And the first person he ran up against was a small boy, his hands full of little wads of paper bundles
"See what you've done; that's castor oil"
There was an awful pause, every one staring at the smooth layer of brown paper
"Did you ever see such sweet little fingers?" said Polly
