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However, as nothing better could be done the spirited creature made up her mind to earn her own living and that of her child, and setting her wits to work she soon obtained a situation as governess at the house of Mr. Mullaly, a retired merchant of considerable means whose wife and daughters were desirous of obtaining an entree into polite society.
"You missed the lovely purple tints," Miss Mullaly told them, as the remaining quartette filed back to join the rest. "We'd rather have the picture of that magnificent sky of mottled crimson," declared Mrs. Grace. "Nothing could be finer than that," observed Mrs. Tenney. "Look out!" broke in a rich voice. "I shan't let you say there's anything finer than this!"
"What if you don't wake early enough?" asked Mrs. Prindle with a shrug. "Then you're late for breakfast or lose your chance of going back to thirty-five!" laughed Miss Crilly. "How can you thrash your arms round in bed?" Miss Mullaly queried. "You don't have to. It isn't like gymnastics." "Well, do tell us, Polly! I'm just crazy to begin!" Miss Crilly laughingly shook Polly's shoulders.
Miss Mullaly nodded with a sudden droop of her lips. "She stood there looking out of the window toward the back of the new hospital, it was building then, and she saw a little girl climbing an apple tree. She watched her go higher and higher, after a big, bright red apple that was away up on a top branch.
Placing her boy out to nurse, she set out for her new home, and soon began to feel the blessedness of working for her own living. But her happiness was not unmixed with pain. The poor woman would fain have left her situation, but she recollected that it would be difficult to obtain another without referring to Mrs. Mullaly who would be sure to tell the whole story with several embellishments.
Polly and Colonel Gresham kept up a steady run of pleasantries, much of which came easily to her quick ears, and she found herself smiling with them even while her eyes were feasting on the ever-changing landscape. "Doesn't Mrs. Dick live somewhere out this way?" inquired Miss Mullaly. Miss Sterling did not know and in turn asked the Colonel. "Tenney, the milk dealer?
"But she blushes, so I guess she'll go when he does ask her." "Perhaps she's trying to cut out Miss Puddicombe," suggested Miss Major. "She hasn't told us a thing he said to her," winked Miss Mullaly. "They had time for lots of love scenes all those long miles'" "An auto isn't the best place in the world for love-makin'," giggled Miss Crilly. "Now you stop bothering her!" cried Mrs. Albright.
"Maybe she will come over and call on us," observed Mrs. Prindle. "If she dares," spoke up Mrs. Bonnyman. "Well, I'm glad for her!" declared Miss Crilly. "Wouldn't it feel good to be cut loose from rules! Dear me! We're so tied up it seems, sometimes's if I must scream!" "I don't think people outside know how things go here," put in Miss Mullaly. "Why, everybody congratulated me on getting in!
"There are so many of them," Polly drew a long, laughing breath, "I hardly know which to take first. There is one for the legs that would help in walking. But you'll have to lie down first." Miss Crilly and Miss Major hurried to the floor, Miss Mullaly following. "Oh, lie on the bed!" cried Miss Sterling. "This is all right." asserted Miss Crilly. "Go on, Polly!"
I told him that Miss Mullaly said you ought to get down on your knees every day of your life and thank the Lord for giving you such a good husband." "You can tell Miss Mullaly that is just what I do!" "My! I will. Isn't this fun, to be talking with you this way! and at midnight, too! Oh, why didn't I think of it when he was there! Well, you thank him for us all!
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