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It was a far cry from the downs of Chilton to the summit of the Acropolis. Dion remembered the crowd assembled to hear "Elijah"; he felt the ugly heat, the press of humanity. And all that was but the prelude to this! Even the voice crying "Woe unto them!" had been the prelude to the wonderful silence of Greece. He felt marvelously changed.
Did ye hear about that? An' ain't it a shame, a shame! Think of Miss Polly I mean, Mis' Chilton bein' poor! My stars and stockings, I can't sense it I can't, I can't!"
The drive home was a silent one. Timothy, vaguely hurt at the reception he had met with at the hands of his former mistress, sat up in front stiff and straight, with tense lips. Mrs. Chilton, after a weary "Well, well, child, just as you please; I suppose we shall have to ride home in it now!" had subsided into stern gloom. Pollyanna, however, was neither stern, nor tense, nor gloomy.
It was this, perhaps, that caused her to say in a timid voice: "Dr. Chilton, I should think being a doctor would, be the very gladdest kind of a business there was." The doctor turned in surprise. "'Gladdest'! when I see so much suffering always, everywhere I go?" he cried. She nodded. "I know; but you're HELPING it don't you see? and of course you're glad to help it!
"I'm afraid you must perish with ennui here, with so few servants and no company to speak of. Yes" contemplating her shrewdly, as they seated themselves in a stone temple at the end of the bowling-green "you are looking moped and ill. This valley air does not agree with you. Well, you can have a much finer place whenever you choose. A better house and garden, ever so much nearer Chilton.
Chilton of her state, although, unless he were mistaken, he had already anticipated his verdict. This Mrs. Sutton found was the case, when she essayed that evening to insure him against the awful shock of his wife's unexpected dissolution. "She has never been entirely well since the death of our second child, a year ago," he said.
As he spoke, he drew her up to the orphan. Beulah looked at them an instant, then averted her head. "Beulah, this is my niece, Pauline Chilton; and, Pauline, this is my adopted child, Beulah Benton. You are about the same age, and can make each other happy, if you will. Beulah, shake hands with my niece." She put up her pale, slender fingers, and they were promptly clasped in Pauline's plump palm.
Chilton came up to the piano, and curiously scanned Edna's face; but taking her hat and veil, she rose and moved toward the door, saying: "I am disposed to believe that he has been quite as much sinned against as sinning. Come, children, it is time for your tea."
Chilton asked the children if they had ever heard of the Mayday ball which is given every year to the children in Washington. "No," was the answer. She said she had been at one, and she would tell all about it. "It is held in a large public hall, decorated for the purpose.
Under the trees were built long, rude tables on which were piled baked clams, broiled fish, roast turkey, and deer meat. The young Pilgrim women helped serve the food to the hungry redskins. Let us remember two of the fair girls who waited on the tables. One was Mary Chilton, who leaped from the boat at Plymouth Rock; the other was Mary Allerton.
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