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He was arm in arm, so far as the two could at once compass the doorway, with Herr Bauricke; while Phronsie ducked and scuttled in as she could, for the big German, with ever so many honorary degrees to his name, held her hand fast. Old Mr. King continued his march up to Mother Fisher.
"For father will make it all right with him as to the payment," he reflected easily. "Ah, now," exclaimed Herr Bauricke, joyfully, a light beaming all over his fat face, "dat is someting like to-morrow, den, we " "But, oh, sir," Polly interrupted, "I cannot," and she twisted her hands in distress. "I I didn't like you, and I said so." Then she turned very pale, and her head drooped.
"Yes, we neither of us liked him," said Jasper, "and that's the honest truth, Polly." "And to think it was that great Herr Bauricke!" exclaimed Polly. Then her feelings overcame her, and she sank down on the cushioned seat in the angle. Jasper sat down beside her. "I suppose it won't do to say anything about people after this until we know them. Will it, Polly?"
"I no forgeef; I not remember at all," said Herr Bauricke, waving his long fingers in the air. "And I go to-morrow to help you, leedle girl," and he strode down the corridor. Polly and Jasper rushed off, they scarcely knew how, to Grandpapa, to tell him the wonderful news, to find him in a truly dreadful state of mind. When they had told their story, he was as much worse as could well be imagined.
So Polly and Jasper ran back obediently, but every step of the toilsome ascent by which the car pushed its way to the wonderful heights above, Polly saw everything with the words, "Herr Bauricke is at our hotel," ringing through her ears; and she sat as in a maze. Jasper was nearly as bad. And then everybody was pouring out of the cars and rushing for the hotel on the summit; all but Mr.
Polly, who had never seen Jasper give way like this, forgot her own distress, and rushed up to him. "Oh, don't, Jasper," she begged. "You see I can't allow Herr Bauricke to give any lessons or advice to Polly after this," went on Mr. King, hastily. "Of course he would be paid; but, under the circumstances, it wouldn't do, not in the least.
I say, Jasper, I'd like to do a bit of boxing or cricketing with him." But Jasper didn't hear or see anything but Herr Bauricke and Polly; and, indeed, the whole room was given up to the "musical man" and his words. At last Polly drew a long breath; Grandpapa was taking her hand. "Let us all go out and explore a bit," and off they went, the entire party.
"I knew you'd want to know," she exclaimed breathlessly; "that's Herr Bauricke himself he came up on our train just think of it! the big man in the middle with the black beard." She pointed an excited finger at the knot of Germans. Old Mr. King followed the course of the finger, and saw his "impertinent fellow who wasn't worth minding."
"And won't I study, though!" exclaimed Polly, to herself, "and make the professor that Herr Bauricke has engaged for me, glad that he teaches me, oh, won't I!" "Well, I'm sorry the summer is going," said Adela, "because then I've got to leave you at Paris, and go into school." "But you like your school," said Polly, brightly, "you've said so a dozen times, Adela."
Jasper leaned over, and took her hand. "Neither did I, sir," he said. "I was just as bad as Polly." "You not tink me nice looking so?" said Herr Bauricke. "Well, I not tink so myself, eeder. And I scare you maybe, wid dis," and he twisted his black beard with his long fingers.
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