ed with quiet firmness.
"Why aren't you in bed, Polly mine?" she asked. "I saw that the gas was shining or I should never have disturbed you."
In answer Polly without rising pushed a low rocking chair toward her mother. "I wasn't sleepy. Is that the same reason that keeps you awake, Mrs. Wharton?" she queried.
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