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"But that doesn't mean that I shall not go back," said Polly, looking up from her letter to peer through the stair-railing at them. "I think yes, I really do think that I ought to go back." "How nonsensical!" exclaimed Alexia impatiently. "If Mr. Whitney says you are not needed, isn't that enough? Beside he wrote it for Mrs. Whitney; I read it all."
"If you're really sure you are not struck," said Alexia, eying her askance, as if in considerable doubt, "we'll go; and Polly Pepper is there and that tiresome old Mr. Filbert." "If Polly is there, she must stay to luncheon," said Miss Rhys, gathering up her skirts and preparing to descend the stairs.
"Isn't it!" cried Alexia, in the greatest satisfaction. "To think I got it done after all our fright! And it's the best candy I ever made" glancing over the room, where the dish was being passed about eagerly. "Yes, I know," said Polly carelessly, "but this is much better than candy, Alexia, that I mean."
Cathie Harrison, why don't you say something, instead of staring that wall out of countenance?" "Because I haven't anything to say," replied Cathie, laughing grimly and leaning back in her chair resignedly. "Oh, dear! I think just as Alexia does, it will be utterly horrid whatever we do." "Don't you be a wet blanket," cried two or three of the girls, "if Alexia is. Oh, dear!
"Oh, dear me," groaned Cathie Harrison, "isn't it perfectly dreadful to have that dear sweet Mrs. Whitney hurt?" "Ow!" exclaimed Joel. "Do stop," cried Alexia with a nudge. "Haven't you any more sense, Cathie Harrison, than to speak of it?" Cathie smothered a retort, and bit her lips to keep it back.
"Well, I can't learn," said Alexia, "so that's some small comfort, for I'm in a boarding-house, and I guess the cook here would fly in a fit to see me come into the kitchen." "But you can come to our house and learn with me," said Polly, clasping her hands, "and we'll make perfectly splendid things; just think, Alexia." "What things?" asked Alexia doubtfully.
"Polly, will you come?" called Alexia, dancing about impatiently on the top step, and clutching the bag of sugar with nervous ringers that didn't help matters any. "Oh, dear me, do look!" pointing tragically to the little pile of sweetness at her feet. "Oh, I do hope she wasn't hurt," cried Polly, stumbling up over the steps, how, she didn't know. "Oh, that tiresome Mrs. Patterson!
"Well, don't let's talk," said Alexia, seeing that she couldn't have any part in the conversation since all her mind had to go into her task. "Oh, dear me! I left out the dot to my 'i, and misery! there's a blot! It was all because I was listening to you, Pickering Dodge."
You may teach all day if you want to, and I'll help get you scholars. I'll do anything, and so will all the girls; I know they will. Polly, do let me be your friend just as I was. O, dear, dear! I wish I hadn't said anything I wish I had bitten my tongue off; I didn't think you'd mind it so much," and now Alexia broke down, and sobbed outright.
Alexia, at this, scrabbled up another envelope, and began to write as fast as she could. And Pickering selecting a pen and getting down to business, the room began to assume a very work-like aspect. "Now that's done," said Alexia, tossing aside the envelope. "I've addressed notice number two."
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