"
"I'll divide with you, Polly," said Jasper. "I brought ever so many,
and will go shares with my kodak, too." But Polly made up her mind that
Jasper's kodak was to be used for his own special pictures, for she
knew he had set his heart on taking certain ones, and a good many of
them, too.
"Isn't that water just perfectly lovely!" she exclaimed; "such a bluish
grey."
"I think it's a greyish blue," said Adela, squinting along its surface
critically.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked Polly, laughing.
"Not much," said Jasper, "I should think."
"Well, anyway, it's lovely," declared Polly; "I just wish I could paint
it."
"Do you paint?" asked Adela, suddenly.
"No," said Polly, "not a bit"
"Polly is all for music," said Jasper, quickly. "You ought to hear her
play."
"Oh, I can't play much now," said Polly, "but I mean tot some time.
Jasper, how long it is since we have had a duet." Her face dropped its
cheery curves and a sad little look crept into her eyes.
"That's the bother of travelling about; one can't play in a hotel,"
said Jasper. "But wait till we get to Dresden, Polly."
"Oh, I can't bear to wait," said Polly. "I don't want to hurry on,
Jasper--but oh, I do wish we could play on a piano." Her fingers
drummed on the rail in her eagerness.
"Why, you are playing now," said Adela, bursting into a laugh, "or
pretending to, Polly Pepper.
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