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I wish Miss Castlevaine could thin up and show her bones just a little, and I do feel sorry for her because she can't curl her hair. She'd look a thousand per cent better with some little fluffs." "Why don't you be sorry for me?" "Oh, you don't need curly hair as the rest do!" answered Polly comfortably. "Need it! I'm a scarecrow with my hair straight!"
I don't suppose she ever had so much at one time before, and she won't use any judgment about it. It would have been in a good deal better taste to have given her a simple pound box." "Oh, no!" laughed Miss Major. "I'd rather have a five-pound box any time! And so would you!" "I suppose he's used to that size," retorted Miss Castlevaine. "He probably gives 'em to his girl by the cartload huh!"
They did let her keep the waist she needed it badly enough." Miss Castlevaine shook her head, while comments flew fast. "I'm sorry for Miss Twining," sympathized Miss Crilly. "She's the kind that won't sputter it all out, as I should; she'll cry herself sick over it!" "If we cried for all the hard things we have here," said Mrs. Crump, "we shouldn't have any eyes left!"
"Polly wouldn't come in a sleigh, would she?" queried one. "They're stopping here!" announced Miss Castlevaine from a front window. "But it isn't Polly," she added, "it's goodness! it's Santa Claus!" "Santa Claus!" echoed the roomful. And regardless of mistletoe, there was a rush across to the windows, while Nelson Randolph went to welcome his guests.
"And David wanted to go and drive her off, so we could get by," put in Leonora; "but I held on to him!" "I could have done it as well as that man," insisted David, looking somewhat disgusted at the lack of faith in his ability. "He 'most got away from us!" laughed Miss Crilly. "We all had to grab him!" "Did the cow's owner come?" Miss Castlevaine queried.
"My!" put in Miss Crilly. "And," went on Miss Castlevaine, "she bought a new shirt waist. When she wore it Mrs. Nobbs asked her where she got it. Like a simpleton, she told the whole story, so pleased to have earned the money, and never dreaming but that it was her own! What did they do but make her give up the seven dollars she had left!
From Miss Sterling?" broke in Nelson Randolph quickly. "Didn't you put your cards in those boxes of roses you sent her?" asked Polly. "Certainly." "She never saw any! Miss Castlevaine was going upstairs and happened to see that first box of roses on the hall desk. Miss Sniffen was fingering a card. When Miss Nita received the box there was no card there.
"Oh, it's only a team!" was the disappointed contradiction. "I saw the dust and thought they were coming." The buggy whirled up, the driver lifted his hat with a smiling bow and was gone. "Mr. Randolph and Miss Puddicombe!" commented Miss Castlevaine. "Who was he bowing to? Not me!" "I have met him," responded Mrs. Albright. "Oh! Maybe it was you, then. But he was looking at Miss Sterling!"
Miss Major opened the door for Miss Castlevaine. "I couldn't help hearing what you said about another card who's lost one now?" She shook her head while Miss Crilly explained. "We shall have to lock up our jewelry pretty soon huh! How do you feel this morning, Mrs. Crump? Had the doctor?" The invalid winced and caught her breath, as a sudden twinge shot through her arm.
Polly's gay mood had passed and left her quiet and pensive. Only commonplaces were spoken Miss Castlevaine was just ahead, and her ears were sharp. Miss Sterling knew that as soon as the seclusion of the third-floor corner room was reached Polly's heart would overflow in confidences. "Will you come in?" For Polly had stopped at the entrance. "Yes." A step forward.
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