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In the spring the babies were big and lusty, eating her up, and crying with hunger, until she was forced to resort to artificial feeding in part, which did not agree with either of them. As a saving of time and trouble she decided to nurse one and feed the other. It was without thought on her part, almost by chance, yet the chance was that she nursed Adam and fed Polly.
I don't want my ... our children to grow up in a place like this. Without companions or refining influences. Who knows how they would turn out?" He said it, but in his heart he knew that his children would be safe enough. And Polly, listening to him, made the same reservation: yes, but OUR children....
"That's not fair, papa," remonstrated Polly. "Jean knows all about it now, and can take both prizes." "She doesn't know the first thing about bread," returned Jean, "and she never knew till to-night that elastic starch was good for puddings." The following Saturday morning proved to be the first of a long series of similar meetings.
"Ssh!" warned Polly, with a glance at Trotty. "Think what it means to him, Richard, and to us, too. It will do your practice ever so much good if he gets in to be the brother-in-law of the member! We must help all we can, dear."
Polly says her mother used to bake biscuits in an iron spider with red-hot coals heaped on its iron cover, and these biscuits with fried bacon and tea made their meal. They always cooked a big potful of corn-meal mush for the children, and this, with Daisy's milk and a little maple sugar or molasses, was supper and breakfast too.
I don't believe she has ever known what it is to feel a regret." "Well, you just wait, honey," responded Miss Polly consolingly, "you just wait. She'll be punished yet as sure as you're born." "Oh, I'm not waiting for that. I don't wish her to be punished. Why should I? She is what she is." "Do you s'pose she knows about George?" "I doubt it. She didn't speak of his death.
As the merry, laughing, chattering group reached the last landing of the stairs leading down to the Assembly Hall, a tall, broad-shouldered man who stood at the foot looked eagerly upward. Polly gave one wild screech and nearly fell down the remaining steps, to fling herself into the arms outstretched to save her, as a deep voice said: "One bell, Captain Polly!
And a resolute man who was a good shot was sorely missed in the country in those days. It was not the thousand dangers and hardships of the journey across the Wilderness Trail that frightened Polly Ann. Not she. Nor would she listen to Tom when he implored her to let him return alone, to come back for her when the redskins had got over the first furies of their hatred.
"Let's get to the clover field, for I like to see people work." "You do, eh? "snapped Peppery Polly. "Yes! Watching others work is play for me," he remarked cheerfully. "And I hope to have as much fun to-night as I would have had if I'd gone to the dance over near the swamp." "Are you fond of music?" Peppery Polly asked him suddenly. "Am I?" he exclaimed. "I should say I was!"
They didn't say. Dr. Chilton knows him, an' he's just cured somebody just like her, Dr. Chilton thinks. Anyhow, they didn't seem ter be doin' no worryin' about HIM. 'Twas YOU they was worryin' about, 'cause you wouldn't let Dr. Chilton see her. An' say you will let him come, won't you? now you understand?" Miss Polly turned her head from side to side.
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