`` Do n't go to the pond , and be home early , '' she said . `` Yes , mamma ; we 'll remember , '' they answered , as they scampered away to get ready . `` We shall go through the village , and Mary King will be looking out ; so I shall wear my best hat . Mamma wo n't see me , if I slip down the back way ; and I do so want Mary to know that my hat is prettier than hers , '' said Polly , up in her little room . Now Polly was rather vain , and liked to prink ; so she got out the new hat , and spent some time in smoothing her braids and putting on her blue ribbons . But when all was ready , and the boys getting impatient , she found her shadow , with a sun-bonnet on , standing by the door , as if to prevent her going out . `` You tiresome thing ! do you mean that I must n't wear my hat , but that old bonnet ? '' asked Polly . The shadow nodded and beckoned , and patted its head , as if it was all right . `` I wish I had n't promised to do as you do ; then I could do as I like , and not make a fright of myself , '' said Polly , rather sulkily , as she put away the hat , and tied on the old bonnet with a jerk . Once out in the lovely sunshine , she soon forgot the little disappointment ; and , as they did n't go through the village , but by a green lane , where she found some big blackberries , she was quite contented . Polly had a basket to hold fruit or flowers , Ned his jackknife , and Will a long stick on which he rode , fancying that this sort of horse would help his short legs along ; so they picked , whittled , and trotted their way to the wood , finding all manner of interesting things on the road . The wood was full of pleasant sights and sounds ; for wild roses bloomed all along the path , ferns and scarlet berries filled the little dells , squirrels chattered , birds sang , and pines whispered musically overhead . `` I 'm going to stop here and rest , and make a wreath of these pretty wild roses for baby : it 's her birthday , and it will please mamma , '' said Polly , sitting down on a mound of moss , with a lapful of flowers . `` I 'm going to cut a fishing-pole , and will be back in a minute . '' And Ned went crashing into the thickest part of the wood . `` I shall see where that rabbit went to , and maybe I 'll find some berries , '' said Will , trotting down the path the wild rabbit had gone . The sound of the boys ' steps died away , and Polly was wondering how it would seem to live all alone in the wood , when a little girl came trudging by , with a great pail of berries on her arm . She was a poor child : her feet were bare , her gown was ragged , she wore an old shawl over her head , and walked as if lame .
Polly sat behind the ferns , and the child did not see her till XXXXX called out .
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