Princess Pollys Gay Winter

Princess Polly's Gay Winter

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PRINCESS POLLY'S GAY WINTER
By AMY BROOKS
AUTHOR OF "Princess Polly," "Princess Polly's Playmates," "Princess
Polly at School," "Princess Polly by the Sea," "Princess Polly at Play,"
etc.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
MERRY TIMES PROMISED II THE SEA NYMPH III GWEN IV
WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL V A BREATH OF THE SEA VI A
DELIGHTFUL CALL VII AUNT JUDITH'S PARTY VIII GYP'S
AMBITION IX A JOLLY TIME X A HOLIDAY PARTY XI UNCLE
JOHN MAKES A PROMISE XII AUNT ROSE'S CALL
CHAPTER I

MERRY TIMES PROMISED
Little Rose Atherton sat on the lower step of the three broad ones that
led down from the piazza, and she wondered if there were, in all the
world, a lovelier spot than Avondale.
"And we live in the finest part of Avondale," she said, continuing her
thoughts aloud. "Tho' wherever Uncle John is, seems better than
anywhere else."
She had spent the bright, happy summer at the shore, and surely Uncle
John's fine residence, "The Cliffs," had been a delightful summer home.
Then Uncle John had one morning told a bit of wonderful news.
"I've something to tell you, my little girl," he said, drawing Rose to
him.
"This is our summer home," he continued, "and a fine summer place it
is, but Rose, little girl, we're to spend the coming Winter at Avondale."
It had been very exciting!
Before closing "The Cliffs," those treasures that Uncle John held
dearest were carefully packed to be sent to the new home, and then, in
the big, luxurious car, they had motored to Avondale.
"Good-bye," Rose had said, as she looked back toward "The Cliffs,"
and then, after throwing a kiss toward the house, she nestled back in the
car, and tried, for the twentieth time, to "guess" how the new home
would look.
It had proved to be more grand, more beautiful than she had dreamed.
"And so near sweet Princess Polly," she said, "just the next house but
one."
She sprang from the low step, and ran down to the sidewalk to see if
Princess Polly was yet in sight. "I think it is a little early," she said, "for
Polly said she'd come over at nine, and it isn't nine yet."

The dainty Angora came down the walk to meet her, her tail like a great
plume, her soft coat as fluffy as thistle down. Proudly she walked as if
she knew her beauty.
"Oh, you darling puss!" cried Rose. "You make this new home seem
just as if we'd always lived here."
"That's right, Miss Rose," said the housekeeper, as she looked from the
window.
"A cat does make a place seem homelike. She's not stared about, nor
acted wild as most cats do. She made herself at home, and seemed at
home the first day the captain brought her to you. Do you remember,
Miss Rose, she sprang from the basket, sat down on the rug, and began
to wash her face?"
"I know she did, and that proves that she's a wonderful cat. She couldn't
act like a common cat. Could you, dear?"
The cat rubbed lovingly against Rose.
"We're going to choose a name for her to-day, and Princess Polly is
coming over to help me. Oh, there she comes now!" Rose ran down the
path to meet Polly, the white cat trotting along after her.
"I wanted to bring Sir Mortimer over