Publisher's Synopsis
"Miss Pepper-Miss Pepper!" Polly turned quickly, it was such an anxious little cry. "What? Oh, Amy Loughead." 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." "Let you what?" cried Polly, with a little laugh; "go on, Amy, don't be afraid." "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?"
