"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?"