The Arizona sentinel., 1888-09-22
J. W. DORRINGTON, Proprietor.
NUMBER 43.

And what do you suppose Polly did when Millie tripped into the small, dull room, bringing her store of dainties, Auntie Nell's gift, and a bit of outdoor brightness and breezinessa This little lame Polly, with her crooked body and useless feet, who scarcely ever saw the outside of the wee house in which she lived, and who had only to sit by the one tiny window, that long afternoon, and knit, and watch the passer-by! Without saying aword, she just put her small, thin hands over her small, thin face and cried.
 ''Oh, don't! Please don'tr' pleaded Millie, in dismay. ''Why, I thought you'd be glad!'
 Polly brushed the tears away and smiled. ''So I am," she said, ''glad as can be; but can't help crying a little. I guess that's what makes me-being glad"
 "Well, don't any more. will you?" said Millie, beginning to take of her things.
 4NO, oetIu Olly, uIOOh1J.
 First they looked at Auntie Nell's pretty present, and Millie showed Polly how the pictures were to be pasted in.
 "rn just do one page day." said Polly, ''and they'll last the longer"
 Then they knitted needles, for Millie had brought her little red stocking to keep Polly's coarse gray sock com pany.
 ''You knit fastest, but get out first, said Millie, as she sang out Ten"
 "Twenty!" cried Polly. Mines got more stitches; it's for Mir. Briggs. Mother has twenty cents a pair for knitting lem, and 1 help when 1 can. Some days my back aches so 1 can't. You see, mothers trying to save money enough to buy one O them chairs that roll around; then I could go out when twas pleasant. She's been a long while. but she 'aint near enough yet. The cheapest is ten dollars"
 ''Oh, I wish you could!" crid Millie forgetting in her eager sympathy t say ''Thirtyr' as she whipped out her needle. ''I don'
 ''Yes," said Polly, with a patient lit tie smile, ''but l don't much guess ever can."
 So between flying tongues and needles forever trying to catch up, time ran away until five o'clock.
 Then Millie, jumping up in hurry, rolled the little pine table across to Polly's side, and over it spread crim- son cover which somehow appeared from that wonderful basket.
 Next, out upon the cover clattered Millie's last Christmas tea-set, which wasn't so much smaller than real tea set after alto be quickly loaded with sandwiches and tarts and pies and quince preserve and cakes and can dies.
 Polly looked on in smiling wonder. ''It most seems as if I'm a-dreaming," she said, giving herself sly little pinch, to make sure.
 ''Well. you just ain't," laughed Mill lie, filling her tiny pitcher with water from the pail; ''but do think this is the very incest birthday ever saw. Teas ready, ma'amr'
 How Polly laughed at that, and at the funny little courtesy which Millie bob bed, and in the midst of the jollity Pol Tvs mother came home, tired enough with her work; and, while the kettle was boiling, Polly, with great many smiles and few happy tears, must needs go over the afternoons pleasure again, while Millie hopped from one foot to the other, gleefully.
 Then they all had their tea together, and after that it was time for Millie to say good-by.
 Do come againr' cried Polly.
 ''Of course I will, |" said Millie.
 You're dear child" said POlly's mother, batting the crown of Millie's sun-hat Git was on Millie's head, you know); ia dear, good child"
 I more than half believe that POlly's mother was right.-AdG Carleton, 70 Youths COmpGniOn.