Amy threw herself up against Polly's gown. "Oh, if I may," she began, flushing painfully. "You see my brother is coming to-morrow--I've a letter--so if you will let me." "You see it is just this way," Amy twisted her fingers together, drew her breath hard, and rushed on nervously; "Jack--he's my brother, you know--promised me--I never told you--if I would only learn to play on the piano, he'd take me to Europe with him next time, and now he's coming to-morrow, and--and, oh! what shall I do?"…
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