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Pollyooly enjoyed it beyond words: not only the sands and the sea but also the freedom from care. Food, excellent food and plenty of it, awaited them, paid for, at Mrs. Wilson's. The Lump was the cause of Pollyooly's first introduction to fellow-sojourners in this delectable land.
"You see, the duke has the reputation of being unamiable; and he has earned it well. My friends are only dabblers in charity; and I don't think they're keen enough on it to risk getting snubbed by him." Pollyooly's thoughtful frown deepened as she cudgelled her small, but active, brain for a solution of this problem. Then she said: "Perhaps if I was to go and ask him, he'd do it, sir."
"But, thanks to this windfall, I can get over that difficulty by taking you to the sea to grill my bacon for me, and the Lump to keep you occupied while you are not grilling it, that Satan may not find some mischief still for idle hands to do," he said sententiously. Pollyooly's large blue eyes opened very wide; and her mouth opened too.
Pollyooly's face brightened; and there was something of the joy which warriors feel in foemen worthy of their steel in the tone in which she said: "Thank you, sir. I shall like that. It will be a change for the Lump; and I've always wanted to know what that studio would look like if once it were properly cleaned. That Mrs. Thomas who works for Mr. Vance does let it get so dirty." "Yes; I told Mr.
He conducted her to her omnibus, put her on it, and wished her good luck. Then he said after the bus had started: "Don't forget the tears!" He raised his voice in order to overcome the din of the traffic, and succeeded admirably. Tears were not at all to Pollyooly's liking. She considered them the sign of a feeble heart and softening brain.
"Also I think that you had better give yourself a few airs. You will have a better time that way, for airs procure you a welcome in the best circles. Be a red Deeping not too truculent, you know, but firm." Pollyooly's eyes sparkled a little; and she said: "Yes, sir: I should like to. I like being a red Deeping, sir, rather. I liked it when I was at Ricksborough Court." "Good.
He had looked to make himself completely disagreeable at his ease, certainly without any such assault on his feelings as this. He shuffled his feet and said hurriedly: "It's no good crying about it. It can't be helped, you know." Pollyooly's quick ear caught the change in his tone. She sobbed more loudly: "Oh, yes it can you could do it if you wanted to!"
His eyes never once, as was their custom, rested with warm appreciation on Pollyooly's beautiful face, set in its aureole of red hair; he did not enliven his meal by talking to her about the affairs of the moment. She respected his musing, and waited on him in silence. She had cleared away the breakfast tray and was folding the table-cloth when, at last, he broke his thoughtful silence.
He frowned over the matter for some time, for it did not seem to him to be quite in the natural order of things that a duke should actually refuse to allow his daughter to learn the piano. But he could find no other way of concealing Pollyooly's damning ignorance of the art of music.
Ronald and I couldn't get married if I didn't." "I keep telling you that he's going to marry Marion," said the duke very firmly indeed. His insistence on this fact did not seem to impair Pollyooly's cheerful serenity, for after a thoughtful pause she skipped again and said: "Oh, well: if I'm actually on the stage, I expect it would be all right. There must be other heirs of peers."
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