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"I am all right if you will only tell me that Mamsie is well, and isn't worried about us," said Polly, an anxious little pucker coming on her forehead. "Your mother is as bright as a button," declared Father Fisher emphatically. "Come, come!" ejaculated Mr. King, appearing in the doorway; "this isn't just the way to take possession of Mr. Loughead's apartment.
"But I might have been kinder," said Jasper, compressing his lips; "forget that, Pick." "Don't say any more," said Pickering, his face flushing, "and I know it's all up with me, any way, Jasper." And he turned pale again. "We pulled an old fellow out of the wreck, at least Ben did the most of it Polly wanted us to; and who do you suppose he is? Why, Jack Loughead's uncle.
Jack Loughead's stereopticon flashed out the most beautiful pictures, that his bright descriptions explained to the delighted children; and then games and romps, and more bonbons, and favors and flowers; and at last the sleighs and barges for Mr. King's party were drawn up in the moonlight, at the door of Dunraven, and the Christmas at the Home was only a beautiful memory. "Miss Mary" Mr.
Jack Loughead's dark face had a grave look on it as he glanced down at her. "I hope so," he said simply. "It's perfectly dreadful," cried Alexia Rhys, wrinkling her brows, "to try to get up anything with Polly away. If we only had Joel to help us, that would be something" "Well, it's got to be done," said Clem Forsythe, in a matter-of-fact way. "Of course it has," cried Alexia gustily.
It's a very bad business," repeated Mr. King. "Oh! he's all right in a business way," said Jasper, feeling angry enough at himself that he was sorry at Jack Loughead's success. "He has to travel; he's a member of the Bradbury and Graeme Company." "The Sydney, Australia, house?" asked Mr. King in a surprised tone. "So you've looked him up, have you, Jasper?" "Oh!
I can't hardly believe Miss Salisbury; she tells me the chit practices every minute she can save from other things. Be sure to have her asked, Charlotte, child." "I will ask Amy," promised Charlotte, with a pang at the thought of the delight over Jack Loughead's handsome face at her invitation. "And you are to sing," cried the little doctor jubilantly. "Now we are all capitally fixed.
"Who did he say?" demanded Pickering, as Dr. Bryce went out. "Pickering," said Polly, with shining eyes, "who do you think you and Ben saved so bravely? Jack Loughead's uncle, who has just got here from Australia, and he's" Pickering gave a groan and turned on his pillow. "Don't give me any more, Polly," he said, putting up his hand. Polly set the spoon in the gruel bowl, with a disappointed air.
And away to Amy Loughead's second march on and on, jangling their bells, the procession went, through the long hall, till old Mr. King and Phronsie who led, turned down the broad staircase, and into the dining-room; and here the guests stood on either side of the doorway while the little Home children passed up through their midst.
"Yes, oh, yes," said Jack, "of course, my uncle. Well, were any of the others hurt?" "Yes; one woman was killed." Pickering could not trust himself to mention Polly's broken arm yet. Jack Loughead's face carried the proper amount of sympathy. "No one of your party was hurt, I believe?" he said quickly.
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