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Once or twice Molly and Polly ventured near to where their uncle and Miss Ainslee were sitting under a great tree, but each time that they appeared Uncle Dick would say in a strong voice: "I want to inquire about Molly's marks, Miss Ainslee. How is she getting on with her arithmetic?"
He refused to stay, however, though he promised that he would come again, if Miss Ainslee would permit. The girls all gathered around their teacher when the visitor had gone, and were loud in their praises of Molly Shelton's uncle.
They watched her standing in the golden light of the car doorway until the train vanished from their sight. Then they drifted away in twos and threes. From the dimmest corner of the observation platform a man had witnessed the departure of Nanny Ainslee. He had heard Jim's song, had caught the girl's farewells.
And run Molly did, holding fast to the box and giving one backward glance at her uncle which showed him laughing and shaking his fist at the two retreating figures. "Just wait till I see that Isabel Ainslee," he called after them. "I'll fix it for you, Molly Shelton." But Molly had no fears, for Polly whispered; "He's only trying to tease, Molly. Don't mind him." Uncle Dick at School
"But you will not be here, honey," said her aunt, "and besides it is better for Miss Ainslee that she should go, for the doctor thinks she cannot get along in the east, and that she must either stop teaching or go to another climate. She isn't ill exactly, but it is better that she should not wait till she is. So you see " "Oh, I see, but I am sorry all the same," said Molly dolefully.
And that makes me think. I have another letter from Nanny Ainslee from Italy enclosing foreign stamps for John." Now until then nobody knew that John Gans was collecting stamps. But that's Grandma Wentworth. She always knows things about people that nobody else knows. And when any Green Valley folks go a-traveling they sooner or later write to Grandma Wentworth.
When Uncle Tony returned from viewing the wreck he assured his townsmen that it was a wreck of such beautiful magnitude that traffic on the Northwestern would be tied up for twenty-four hours. It was feared that Mr. Ainslee would not be able to get his train and would have to drive five miles to the other railroad. However Uncle Tony was reckoning things from a Green Valley point of view.
Polly, too, came in for her share of flowers, though hers were sweet-peas because her name began with P. However, that did not account fur the white bell-like blossoms which were presented to Miss Ainslee, though Polly explained it by saying, "She is a belle, you know," and did not see the whole joke till she remembered Miss Ainslee's first name.
She had gone as a visitor with Molly when the rules were not so strictly enforced, for in the last warm days of the term Miss Ainslee was lenient and Polly thought school life perfectly delightful with easy lessons and ever so many interesting things said and done by both teacher and pupils.
When, however, Grandma Wentworth sat down beside him and visited comfortably before services, and Nan Ainslee stopped to thank him for something or other he had done for her the week before, he felt better. As soon as Jim Tumley began to sing and the minister to talk Hank forgot about himself and became absorbed in the proceedings.
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