Polly and Her Friends Abroad — A Reader’s Guide

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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932, Barbour, Harold S., 1889-1961 [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2011 Not confirmed
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction; Europe -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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An editorial note examining Lillian Elizabeth Roy's diction, dialogue, and descriptive choices in Polly and Her Friends Abroad, focusing on how the author characterizes Polly's eye for antiques and her companions' banter during a European tour.
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her. She was over-dressed, and her face had been powdered and rouged as much as her mother’s was; her lips were scarlet as carmine could tinge them, and her hair was waved and dressed in the latest style for adults. As Mrs. Alexander had said, her daughter looked fully ten years older than she really was, because of her make-up.

She glanced casually at Eleanor, without expressing any interest in her, and turned to her mother. “Oh, Ma! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Pa says he _won’t_ come out and sit down, just to watch who goes by.”

Eleanor was severely tailored in her appearance, but her suit represented the best cut and fit that the most exclusive shop in New York could provide, and the broad-cloth was of the finest. Dodo, (whose real name was Dorothy but was cut to Dodo for a pet name) failed to recognize the lines and material of the gown, but she passed it over lightly because she saw no gorgeous trimmings to claim value for it.

“Dodo, dearie, do you remember those two girls we read about, out west? The ones who discovered that gold mine just below Grizzly Slide? Well, this is Eleanor Maynard from Chicago, who was with her chum Polly, when they sought refuge in that cave on the mountain-top. Isn’t it lovely for you to meet her, this way?”

At mention of the gold mine, and the unusual circumstances in connection with it, Dodo’s expression changed. She smiled politely at Eleanor and said: “So glad to meet you.”

“And Dodo being my only child, Miss Maynard, she is well worth knowing. She will inherit the million her father made,” added Mrs. Alexander.

Eleanor smiled cynically. “I’m sorry for you, Dodo. It spoils one’s life to be reminded of how much one has to live up to, when one is young and only wants to be carefree and happy.”

“Oh, do you feel that way, too! I thought it was only me who was queer. Ma says other girls would give their heads to be in my place,” exclaimed the girl, anxiously.

Eleanor now took a keener look at the speaker. It was evident from her words that she was not what she was dressed up to represent. “You have a chance to be yourself, in spite of every one, you know,” said Eleanor.

“Well, I wish to goodness you would show me how! I hate all this fluffy-ruffle stuff and I wish we could get back to that time when I could go with my hair twisted at the back of my neck; and a cold water wash to clean my face, instead of all this cold cream business, and then the paint and flour afterwards!” declared Dodo, bluntly.

“Oh deary! I beg of you—don’t display your ignorance before strangers like this!” wailed her mother, fluttering a lace handkerchief before her eyes. “Eleanor Maynard is one of _the_ Maynards of Chicago.”

“Why not! If Eleanor Maynard is half the girl I think she is—from what I read, that time they were lost on the Flat Tops and from what she just said, then she’ll appreciate me the more for my honesty,” asserted the girl.

“I do, Dodo. I never had much use for make-up, but I know society condones the use of it all. So I’m glad to find a real girl who dislikes it as much as Polly and I do.”

“There now, Ma! And I bet these girls will look at your pet hobby much the same as I do.” Then Dodo turned to Eleanor and added: “Ma’s bound to palm me off on some little stick of a nobleman in Europe, just to brag about my name with a handle to it. But _I_ say I don’t want a husband—especially a foreign one. If I have to marry, let me choose a westerner! The kind I’m used to.”

Eleanor could have hugged the girl for her frank honesty so different from what she had looked for from the daughter of the silly woman before her.

“If only we could persuade Ma to see that this going to Europe does not mean just buying Paris dresses and parading them to catch a lord, I’ll be happy,” concluded Dodo.

“Poor child! How she does find fault with her little mother!” sighed Mrs. Alexander, wiping her eyes in self-pity.

Dodo turned her entire attention to her new acquaintance, at this. “Are you alone, or is your family with you?”

From the opening scene aboard ship, Lillian Elizabeth Roy establishes a brisk, colloquial voice that moves between direct instruction and playful asides. Polly Brewster, already known from earlier books, is shown cutting rose stems while her friend Eleanor urges her to the deck. The narrator then steps back to address the reader directly: “Of course, you remember Polly Brewster of Pebbly Pit.” This technique, common in early twentieth-century juvenile fiction, creates an intimate, serial-like tone that assumes familiarity with the characters’ past adventures.

Roy’s dialogue is marked by emphatic repetition and exclamatory punctuation. When the wealthy Mrs. Alexander is introduced, the description piles on “decidedly plump,” “decidedly blondine,” and “most decidedly—too many large diamonds.” The triple repetition of “decidedly” signals a satirical edge, as if the narrator is winking at the reader about nouveau riche excess. Such verbal tics recur throughout the excerpts, suggesting a deliberate stylistic signature.

Repetition as Characterization

Roy uses repeated words and phrases to telegraph personality and social standing. Mrs. Alexander’s introduction, with its triple “decidedly,” is the most obvious example. Later, when Dodo exclaims “Polly’s a poet and doesn’t know it!” the line is immediately followed by the narrator’s comment that “her companions laughed at her unconscious rhyme.” The rhyme itself—a spontaneous couplet—is highlighted as a character trait: Dodo speaks in verse without intending to. This self-conscious wordplay recurs in Dodo’s later quip about a furniture set being “just as bad taste for a man’s room” as “decorating a ball-room with black crêpe.” The simile is sharp, and Roy ensures the reader notices it by having the Count respond with a literal-minded correction. These moments of linguistic play serve to distinguish Dodo as the witty, slightly rebellious member of the group, in contrast to Polly’s more earnest sensibility.

Polly’s Descriptive Eye

Polly’s appreciation of antiques is rendered through sensory, almost painterly description. When she explains why she bid on a tapestry chair, she says it reminded her of “sunsets at Pebbly Pit” with “glorious colors that flare in points at some places, and then fade away in the western sky like misty violets in a rivulet.” The simile is unusually elaborate for a juvenile adventure story, and Roy gives it weight by having the Count call Polly “some artiste natural born.” The passage reveals that Polly’s eye for value is tied to emotional memory, not just market knowledge. Earlier, the auctioneer’s dialogue is precise: he uses legalistic phrases like “a shake of the head is as legal a denial as a spoken word.” Roy contrasts this formal register with Polly’s lyrical explanation, creating a subtle tension between commerce and sentiment. The author does not tell us which perspective is correct; she lets both voices stand.

Dialogue as Social Barometer

Roy’s dialogue often carries subtext about class and aspiration. When Dodo jokes about escaping “Ma’s plans for a title in the family,” the Count is puzzled, but the reader is meant to understand the reference to Mrs. Alexander’s social climbing. Later, Mr. Fabian tests the girls’ knowledge by asking why a furniture set is unsuitable for a bachelor’s den. Dodo’s retort about black crêpe is sarcastic, but Roy does not explain the joke; she trusts the reader to infer that the set is too ornate. This elliptical style is a hallmark of the author’s method: she embeds social commentary in quick exchanges rather than in narrative exposition. The auction scene, with its shouted protests and legal quibbling, also shows Roy’s ear for argumentative dialogue. The collector’s claim “I claim that chair!” and the auctioneer’s calm reply create a mini-drama that advances the plot while revealing character through speech.

Narrative Asides and Reader Address

Roy frequently breaks the fourth wall to speak directly to her audience. The line “Of course, you remember Polly Brewster of Pebbly Pit” assumes a returning reader, but it also serves to recap backstory efficiently. Later, when the group buys antiques, the narrator lists items with a cataloguer’s precision: “an iron lock, chiselled from a solid block of metal that was said to date from the XV century.” The phrase “that was said” introduces a note of skepticism—Roy does not vouch for the provenance. This careful hedging is typical of her style: she presents information without guaranteeing its truth, leaving room for the reader to judge. The asides also create a conversational rhythm, as when the narrator notes that Dodo’s rhyme made her companions laugh “at her unconscious rhyme and, also, at her quaint expression of face.” The double “also” mimics spoken storytelling. These devices give the prose a friendly, informal texture that aligns with the book’s serial origins.

Roy’s authorial choices—emphatic repetition, lyrical description, and direct address—work together to create a distinctive voice that is both instructive and playful. Readers attentive to diction will notice how she uses dialogue to reveal social dynamics without heavy-handed commentary. The excerpts suggest a writer confident in her audience’s ability to catch verbal cues and infer character from speech patterns. Approaching the full text with an ear for these stylistic habits will enrich the experience of following Polly and her friends through Europe.

Reading how Roy seasons Polly's banter with the deliberate eye for old porcelain, I remembered my own grandmother's chipped teacup—her story of it in a Florence shop. The same quiet warmth surfaced in A Hoodoo Machine; or, The Motor Boys' Runabout No. 1313. — A Closer Reading, where the boys’ mechanical fumbling held that same tender, unhurried texture of things observed, not merely described.

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