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Polly and Her Friends Abroad
Polly and Her Friends Abroad
CHAPTER I – THE ALEXANDERS
Eleanor Maynard left her friend, Polly Brewster, in the stateroom, cutting the stems of the gorgeous American Beauty roses, and arranging them anew in the tall glass of fresh water. As she was about to close the door behind her, she turned and said:
“Be sure and come up on deck, Polly, as soon as you are done with the roses.”
“All right, run along and I’ll be with you in a jiffy,” returned Polly, her thoughts engaged with the flowers.
So Eleanor strolled to the upper deck and tried to find an interest with which to amuse herself until Polly joined her.
Of course, you remember Polly Brewster of Pebbly Pit, and her chum, Eleanor Maynard, of Chicago? Mr. Fabian, their teacher in interior decorating, and the Ashbys from New York City, were escorting the two girls on this trip abroad, with the idea of visiting famous European museums and places where antiques of all kinds could be seen and studied.
Eleanor walked part way around the promenade deck before she was accosted by a decidedly plump woman of about forty, with decidedly blondine hair, and flashing —most decidedly – too many large diamonds from ears, fingers and neck.
“Excuse me, but aren’t you one of the young ladies I met at the Denver railway station last year when Anne Stewart and her friends were about to leave for New York?” questioned the lady.
Eleanor turned, glanced at the living representative of the newly-rich, and smiled delightedly – not with recognition but at the possibility of having fun with someone arrayed like a peacock.
“Oh yes, I was there! Do you know Anne Stewart?” said she.
“I should think I did! Didn’t we live next door to the Stewarts when Anne and Paul were little tots?”