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She always came alone, and the family looked upon her as a friend, and always made a little feast for her, and sent her on her way laden with gifts. Not all the Indians of the Wilderness were friendly to settlers; and the Carews were glad to feel that Kashaqua was well disposed toward them. She often brought gifts of baskets, or of bright feathers or fine moccasins for Faith.
With the going of the Carews had gone also their chief source of immediate income, and Aunt Polly was beginning to worry again, audibly, about the state of their finances. "I don't know, really, Pollyanna, what IS going to become of us," she would moan frequently.
Carews had dwelt at Crompton in direct succession for many a century. Charles I., it is almost unnecessary to state, had slept there that most locomotive of monarchs seems to have honored all old English mansions with a night's visit and had hunted in the chase next morning.
But she did not see very much of any of her father's visitors only coming across one or another of them sometimes on the stairs or in the garden; and the little Carews had never seen any of them, for when they were playing there with Una the strange gentlemen did not come into the garden. Una used to wonder sometimes what made all the gentlemen who came to her father's house look so sad.
"Yes, it's one of the other Carews," Tony said gravely. "And Father's in the surgery: he drove up five minutes ago. What can be the matter? That boy is tearing at the surgery bell. Listen!" With their hearts in their mouths the Carews tip-toed along the passage leading to the surgery-door, which was shut fast. There seemed to be a dreadful silence in the house.
Rides and drives and picnics were planned and carried out, and long delightful afternoons were spent over books and fancy-work on the Harrington veranda. Pollyanna was delighted. Not only were her paying guests being kept from any possibilities of ennui and homesickness, but her good friends, the Carews, were becoming delightfully acquainted with her other good friends, the Pendletons.
But wonder of wonders, round and round the table, the guests were all Carews! "'A motley crew' we are!" cheerfully announced Doctor George, and all the children radiantly clapped their hands at his joke. Even the White House baby, which had been carried to the feast, gurgled and crowed loudly on its Mother's lap.
She had, indeed, urged it very strongly before the Carews came. She made the introductions now with visible pride. "You are such good friends of mine, I want you to know each other, and be good friends together," she explained. That Jimmy and Mr. Pendleton should be clearly impressed with the charm and beauty of Mrs. Carew did not surprise Pollyanna in the least; but the look that came into Mrs.
And upon whole-hearted applause for Mrs. White, Mrs. Carew tactfully introduced the subject of tea. They were all chatting amicably enough in the dining-room a few minutes later when George Carew and Barry Valentine came in. Barry, who seemed excited, exhilarated and tired, had come to borrow a typewriter from the Carews.
She generally comes before cold weather. Don't let her see your blue beads, Faith." Faith did not make any answer. Kashaqua was an Indian woman who had appeared at the cabin every fall and spring ever since the Carews had settled there. When Faith was a tiny baby she had come, bringing a fine beaver skin as a gift for the little girl.
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