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Cameron smiled grimly. "I have said it," she remarked; "it all rests with yourself, Firefly. I shall be ready either to hear your confession or to take you to your father at three o'clock to-day." With these words the good lady walked out of the room. An hour later a wildly anxious and disconsolate little figure might have been seen knocking at Polly's door. No answer from within.
"Funny how all good women are mothers in their hearts. Polly's tryin' to save that boy from himself, an' I reckon maybe Miss Lee is too. In a way they got no business to have him here at all. I like him. That ain't the point. But he's got off wrong foot first. He's declared himself out of their class." "And yore sister won't see it that way?" "Not a bit of it.
The boys came, and Dan went through his stock accomplishments, much to their delight. "But Polly's a sight the funniest," declared Lu. "Only she has such a horrid temper and it just grows worse. We had a monkey and that got to be so awful bad. Now let's go and see the guinea-pigs." They were up on the top floor. "We had them down cellar," explained one of the boys, "but some of them died.
"O dear me and Adela hasn't any one but a sick grandmother and I have just everybody," she thought "You shall use my kodak," cried Polly, aloud, "one-half the time, Adela." "Oh, no," protested Adela; but she looked hungrily at Polly's kodak swinging over her shoulder. "Yes, you shall too," declared Polly, cheerily. "I can take all the pictures I want in that time, and I have lots of films."
Pauline toiled bravely over the endless array of pinafores which the youthful Hardings managed to make unpresentable in a week. 'Monotony even in gingham! she murmured; for Polly's were all of pink check, Lemuel's blue, and Leander's a dull brown. 'Saves sortin', had been the brief response, when she had suggested varying the colours in order to cultivate the æsthetic instinct in the wearers.
"Ay, so you have got rid of her, have you? You must come back wi' me to tea." Polly's hand was caressing, and her eyes burnt brightly; evidently she had been watching him, and had left Jim Dixon for him. He turned and walked by Polly's side. That night as Tom walked back to Dixon Street his feet were unsteady and his voice was husky and uncertain.
"Oh, Grandpapa!" down went Polly's brown head, "don't make me tell. Please don't, Grandpapa." "I shall!" declared Mr. King; "every blessed word. Now begin!" "She she wanted me to go out of the room," said Polly, in a reluctant gasp. "Indeed!" snorted Mr. King. "Well, she will soon go out of that room. Indeed, I might say, out of the house."
It looked for a minute as though they would never get beyond the door. The respectable lady who met them there was scarcely to blame if she judged a little by outward appearance. Polly's efforts to be suave were discounted by the muddy look of her eye, and the fact that water was dripping from her hair into her face.
And then the carriage turned in at a brown stone gateway, and winding up among some fine old trees, stopped before a large, stately residence that in Polly's eyes seemed like one of the castles of Ben's famous stories. And then Mr. King got out, and gallantly escorted Polly out, and up the steps, while Jasper followed with Polly's bag which he couldn't be persuaded to resign to Thomas.
You'll have to do it just to disperse the crowd." Mr. Voules laid his hand on Mr. Polly's shoulder. "The bridegroom gives his arm to the bride. Hands across and down the middle. Prump. Prump, Perump-pump-pump-pump." Mr. Polly found himself and the bride leading the way towards the western door. Mrs. Larkins passed close to Uncle Pentstemon, sobbing too earnestly to be aware of him.
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