Capitolo 13
it was a waste of hit to shoot in that direction.
Before she could continue, in it came to Fanny with the cheerful news
that Bird of Clara had invited them both to go to the theater with her
that a lot of evening, and he/she would send them to call at seven o'clock. Polly
you/he/she was excited so that this sudden dive in the dissipations of city
life around that she has flown as a confused butterfly, and really he/she didn't know
it happened what, you cultivate her it was found made to sit in front of the great green
provides of curtains in the bright theater. The old one Mr. Bird sat on a side Fanny,
on the other, and both they did her/it for which she was a lot of alone
thankful, as its whole attention was absorbed so in the scene
around her, that she could not speak.
Polly had never been very to the theater; and the few plays her
you/he/she had seen it was the good person old histories of fairy, you dramatize for being all right young
observatories, vivacious, bright, and full of the harmless foolishness that
hands the laughter without the blush. That night she saw one of the
new shows that are lately become the anger, and it races for
in hundreds of nights, dazzling, exciting, and demoralizing the
spectator from every allurement French that ingenuity can invent, and
American prodigality performs. Never the mind what was his/her name it,
a lot of vernacular was very sumptuous, and very to the fashion; then, of
course, very you/he/she was admired, and every went to see him/it. For before,
Polly thought her it had in fairy-earth, and he/she only saw the
sparkling creatures that you/they danced and cantatas in a world of light and
beauty; but, to the moment, she started to listen to the songs and
conversation, and then the illusion faded away; for the beautiful one
ghosts sang melodies of black, spoken slang and they were a dishonor
to the good old style elves that she knew and it loved so well.
Our small girl was too much innocent to understand half the jokes, and
he/she often wondered that people were laughing to; but, as the first one