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"There, there, Johnny, do be still," with an uneasy pull at Johnny's red skirt. "Indeed he won't," laughed Polly merrily. Hearing this, Johnny stopped beating the window in the vain effort to get out, and deliberately looked Polly over. "I like babies," added Polly, "and if you'll let me," to the little mother, "I'm going to play with this one."
"Do you suppose she's gone round by way of the bridge and home?" Lois asked, stopping. "If she has, we'll have our hunt in vain." Polly and Betty considered a minute. Then Polly said: "Of course not; if she had, she'd have been home hours ago." When they reached the apple orchard they noticed that the print of the snow shoes was less regular.
The rest of the evening was to be devoted to the German; and, as Polly knew nothing about it, she established herself in a window recess to watch the mysteries.
"'Then this yere vociferous Purple Blossom pauses for breath; but keeps up his stilt-laig dance, considerin' me meanwhile with his eye, plenty baleful. We-all on our parts is viewin' him over a heap respectful, an' ain't retortin' a word. Then he begins ag'in with a yelp that would stampede a field of corn. ""Who is thar lovelier than Polly Hawks!" he shouts.
The neighbourhood, in fact, held her to be a calculating little minx, ripe for plots and Papistry, or anything else that might suit a daring game. The girl gradually fell silent. Her head drooped. Her eyes looked at Polly askance and wistfully. She did not defend herself; but she showed the wound. "Well, I'm sorry you don't understand," she said at last, while her voice trembled.
"You know everybody was to have gathered here to join Courtney's Decoration Day party this afternoon," she added. "Yes, I remember that," retorted Polly, "but I didn't like to rub it in. Shall I call up everybody and tell them it's on again?" "Please," implored Constance, "and, Polly " "Yes?" "Tell Johnny to bring his Baltimore straw hat."
One day, in the middle of October, the mail brought Polly two letters: the first from Edgar, who often dashed off cheery scrawls in the hope of getting cheery replies, which never came; and the second from Mrs. Bird, who had a plan to propose. Edgar wrote: . . . "I have a new boarding-place in San Francisco, a stone's throw from Mrs.
He searched his mind for some suitable wreath of speech, and brightened at last with discovery. "Here's Luck to her!" he said at last. "Here's Luck!" said Johnson hopelessly but resolutely, and raised his glass. Everybody murmured: "Here's luck." "Luck!" said Mr. Polly, unseen in his corner, lifting a forkful of ham. "That's all right," said Mr.
"We are not safe a minute!" "You shall be!" Polly burst out excitedly. "I'm going to tell Mr. Randolph everything about it!" "Polly! Polly!" Miss Sterling laid a quieting hand on her shoulder. The girl threw it off. Then she caught it to her lips and kissed it passionately. "I can't bear it! I can't bear it!" she cried. "To think of you all in such danger! You don't know what she'll do!"
It was a belief current among the lads of the town, that if you went to this grave at nightfall on the 10th of November the anniversary of her execution and asked, "For what did the magistrates hang you?" a voice would reply, "Nothing." Many a Rivermouth boy has tremblingly put this question in the dark, and, sure enough, Polly Haines invariably answered nothing!
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