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Still she could not easily refuse when he urged his request, and she yielded a somewhat grave consent. Miss Crilly and David Collins gayly led the quadrille that followed, and even Miss Castlevaine's habitual sneer was lost in the enjoyment of the moment.
"And when I've told him all I'm going to tell him, if he doesn't interfere if he isn't aching to interfere he will be one!" Miss Crilly giggled. "You're the greatest!" she said admiringly. The next morning Polly awoke with the vague consciousness that something of importance was at hand. Then she remembered. To-day she was to see Mr. Randolph! During breakfast the matter was discussed.
I believe I could eat and relish them three times a day." "You couldn't! Just wait till you've had 'em fifty-two times a year, five years running as I have!" Mrs. Crump's lips made a straight line. "Mrs. Crump has kept tabs on her waffles," giggled Miss Crilly. "How many does this morning make five hundred and ?" "Sh!" nudged Mrs. Bonnyman at Miss Crilly's elbow.
"You seem suddenly to have become a woman of affairs," playfully remarked Dr. Dudley. "There isn't anybody else to do things," said Polly plaintively. "Miss Crilly wouldn't amount to anything if she went. She'd get scared first thing and make a regular fizzle of it. Mrs. Albright has pluck enough in some ways; but she couldn't be hired to see Mr. Randolph.
"Take as many of the ladies as would like to go. We children can stay at home if there isn't room. "Count me out, for one," said Miss Sterling quickly. "No, count her in!" ordered Polly. Miss Crilly laughed. "Sure!" she agreed. "I'll find out who wants to go. You wait, Polly. 'T won't take long." She was as quick as her promise, but her face was doleful.
Crilly, and others were on their feet, shouting in accents hoarse with anger, inarticulate with rage. The Speaker was also on his feet, and, for a while, his shouts of "Order! Order!" failed to calm the sudden, fierce cyclone. Above the din, voices were shouting, "Name!
In the midst of it all, Nelson Randolph made himself heard: "Ye men-folk, listen! I am glad to share my rewards with you, so go ahead, David and Blue and Doodles, and obtain as much tribute as possible under the mistletoe!" "How can you share what you haven't got and never had and don't know as you ever will have?" laughed Miss Crilly.
The Randolph home looked a bower of Christmas greenery and blossoms when the guests entered it that chill morning. "My! isn't it beautiful!" cried Miss Crilly, sniffing the pungent, woodsy odors. "Smells like you were right there!" She grasped her hostess by the shoulders. "Now, solemn true! Aren't you the happiest mortal on earth?" Mrs. Randolph smiled, blushing a little, too.
"I will keep watch till she gets still, then I'll go down." "What can you do?" "I'm going for Dr. Dudley." "Suppose she sees you?" "I know how to run!" "She might catch you!" "She shan't!" "I'm afraid to let you try it." She lingered irresolute. "You needn't. I'll let myself! Go back to Miss Crilly, and tell her to keep up courage a little longer and I'll have Dr. Dudley here as soon as I can."
"You'll have to lie down flat on your back no, you go over on the bed, Miss Castlevaine, and I'll tell you how to do it." "Don't get up, Mis' Albright!" cried Miss Crilly. "I can learn how here just as well!" She lay back, her eyes on Polly. "I'll put this pillow right under your shoulders so. Now throw your head " A sharp rap halted the sentence. Mrs. Albright sat up.
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