“Didn’t you get our telegram?” asked Kate, when Polly expressed her surprise. “John telegraphed the first thing this morning, as soon as we decided1 to come. You see,” turning to her brother, “it would have been surer to telephone, as mother suggested; but, never mind, we’re here! And, Polly, if you haven’t enough to eat, just send John down to Overlook for supplies.”
“Yes,” laughed John, with a mischievous2 glance in Polly’s direction, “I can bring up some raspberry ice and cream puffs3 for you, and that will save all the other things for the rest of us.”
It was a standing4 joke among Kate’s friends, her readiness at any time to forego substantial food for raspberry ice and cream puffs; so now Polly chuckled5 at John’s sally, but not at all to her friend’s discomfiture6.
“Oh, you may laugh!” she retorted cheerfully; “but I warn you I am not going home till I have had my fill of Benedicta’s wonderful muffins and stuffed beefsteak and custard pie and blueberry[136] cakes and chicken turnovers7. There, I’ve ordered my meals! Now you can give me what you please.”
Polly made a smiling response, though in a little dismay she silently ran over their stock of eatables and wondered if Kate’s suggestion might not hold a hint of truth. She decided, however, that nothing more would be absolutely needed before Monday morning, when the grocer would be there.
Sally Robinson was with the young people at Sunrise Chalet much of the time during the visitors’ stay, and wherever they were there were also good-fellowship and mirth. Nobody could have guessed that Polly’s thoughts were often far away from the little group of merrymakers. She found herself almost constantly wondering how it was with Patricia, and if John really did care for her. She fancied that she might find out if she could see him alone; but there never seemed to be any chance for that.
Sunday morning the party drove down to the little Overlook church, and after dinner they strolled down the mountain, pairing off as young folks will. Polly wished that John would drop behind to her; but he walked beside Sally. Lilith was with Dr. Abbe, while Polly and Kate kept together at the side of the woodsy road and talked of happenings at Fair Harbor during the last few weeks.
Suddenly Lilith, who had climbed a high bank to pick some late raspberries, made a misstep. She[137] clutched at the thorny8 bushes, but down the incline she rolled, tearing both hands and clothing. In the confusion Polly found herself beside John; nevertheless, when it was discovered that Lilith was not injured beyond a few scratches, and the party walked on again, he returned to Sally.
At this, Polly marveled not a little. It was clear to her that John was either uncommonly9 devoted10 to Sally or positively11 avoiding herself. Which was it? She could not decide. She had staked her hopes upon the chance of talking with him this afternoon, and now it would soon be time for their return. Without doubt her opportunity was gone. Why couldn’t he have fallen in with her plans! Poor Patricia! Well, perhaps she had better give up her attempts at matchmaking.
In the same order the party walked back to the house for tea and then spent the evening at Sally’s home. It was hard for Polly to overcome her disappointment.
After breakfast Kate went to bid Sally good-bye and returned almost at once in some excitement.
“They want me to stay the week out at least!” she cried delightedly. “You won’t mind going back alone, shall you, John? And I can go home by train.”
“What a fine time I shall have, with nobody to talk to me all day long!” he exclaimed mockingly.
“Well, it is shabby to make you go that lonely road without a soul to keep you company,” she[138] confessed in contrition12; “but I do so want to stay over—oh, I say, Polly can ride down to Overlook with you! That will be something, and she said she had got to go down to-day—didn’t you, Polly?”
For one instant Polly’s eyes lighted; then, as suddenly, they were dulled by a shadow. In that brief time she had seen the face of John Eustis change from dismay to smiling courtesy.
“He doesn’t want me,” was the girl’s humiliating thought, and she spoke13 out quickly, halting the seemingly eager words upon the man’s lips.
“Oh, no, I can’t go this morning! It is impossible!”
“Do come! I wish you would,” John made response.
“How am I to get home?” Polly smiled.
“Oh, how stupid of me!” scowled14 Kate. Then she brightened. “Why can’t you ride up with the grocer?”
“He must be far on his route by this time. No, there isn’t any way for me to get back—unless I walk,” she laughed.
John looked troubled. What was it? Polly could not tell.
“I wonder if—” he began.
“Teeters and tongs15!” broke in Benedicta from the kitchen; “you go right along, Miss Polly! I’ll drive down after yer soon ’s I get my work done.”
“Why, can you drive the car?” exclaimed Kate.
“Sure!” scorned the woman.
[139] “I’m almost afraid to let you,” demurred16 Polly. “You’ve never been down alone—excepting once.”
“If I can’t manipulate that chariot, we’ll go deviltydamn together,” announced Benedicta.
Polly stopped suddenly, her frock half on—stopped with an air of finality.
“I’m not going! Will you take my place?”
“Why, of course not! What should I do with John Eustis on my hands for an hour?”
Polly laughed at Lilith’s look of despair. “Talk to him—just as I’d have to. And he doesn’t want me. You know he doesn’t—you saw that.”
“I didn’t see anything of the kind—when?” Lilith looked her astonishment18.
“When Kate suggested my going—of course, you saw it!”
“I didn’t. ’Twas only your imagination. He urged you to go.”
“Oh, yes, he couldn’t help it!” She hesitated. “I will not go!” she declared.
Yet when the car was at the door she ran downstairs in her pretty pink-and-white gingham, as smilingly fresh and happy as if she had never had a trouble or a perplexing problem.
Lilith looked upon her with wonder and admiration19. She wished that she could veil her heart so easily. Polly had herself well under control, there was no doubt about that.
[140] After the chatter20 of leave-taking both the driver and his companion said little. To be sure, John was seldom very talkative; but Polly was not given to long silences, and now she wondered whether she had better let John have his way or break into his thoughts with commonplaces. In his present mood she hardly dared attempt any reference to the matter which lay closest the door of her heart.
But after waiting in vain for John to speak she grew impatient and began to talk quite casually21 about the large crop of blackberries apparent on the sides of the road.
At once John came out of his abstraction—if abstraction it was—and they fell into easy conversation.
Soon Polly became bolder. “I hope Patricia will come up while the berries are at their best,” she said, furtively22 watching her companion. “She delights in them. I wish she were here now.”
“I wish she were,” echoed John fervently—“this very minute!” He was gazing straight ahead, his face set in stern lines.
This was so unexpected as for a moment to throw Polly off her balance; but she quickly recovered herself. Here was her opportunity! She must not lose it.
“John,” she began, with a hint of hesitation23, “I have been wanting to speak to you about Patricia. You know, she isn’t happy.”
[141] He bowed slightly without turning.
“Of course, it is not my business—and, yet, in one sense it is, for Patty is very dear to me. It was hard to see her as she was when I came away.”
He did not help her with any response, and she went on.
“If there has been a—I mean, some little misunderstanding, maybe I could be of use to you in setting things right.”
He turned to her now in such obvious astonishment that her eyes widened.
“Me?” he questioned—“‘be of use’ to me? I don’t know what you mean.”
She gazed at him blankly. Had she made some dreadful blunder? Or was he feigning24 innocence25 of the whole affair?
“Why, John,” she said quickly, “you can’t deny that you and Patricia are—or, at least, have been—interested in each other, can you?”
“We may as well talk plain English,” he answered. “If you mean to ask if she is in love with me, I can tell you emphatically that she is not.”
“Oh, John, that is only your mistake! I was afraid that was the trouble.”
“Now, see here, Polly, I happen to know that Patricia Illingworth doesn’t care the ghost of a pin about me, and never did—any more than I care for her. I like her, but like isn’t love. She and Houghton Swift have had a quarrel—”
[142] “Yes, Houghton Swift. I think it is coming out all right—looks that way—wish I could be as sure of something else.”
He was staring down the road now, his hands gripping the wheel. Polly could see his fingers tighten27 their hold.
“I’m ashamed to have made such a stupid blunder,” she began. “I thought—”
They had rounded a curve, and the car had come to a stop on a level stretch between the tall pines. John Eustis was bending towards her. It was doubtful that he had heard a word of her half-spoken apology.
“Polly,” he said, “if I had not believed that I was master of myself I should not have come up here. I had decided against it, and then Kate urged me, and I yielded. I soon found how things were going with me, and yesterday I kept as far away from you as I well could; then this morning Kate muddled28 up matters and—I beg your pardon—now you have most unconsciously spurred me on—until I must speak! Polly, I want you! Do you love me, Polly? Have you held off, believing that I belonged to Patricia? Have you, Polly?”
The girl sat like one struck dumb. This sudden revelation, so utterly29 unforeseen, had left her white and rigid30, her eyes filled to the brim with pain.
“Polly, tell me that you love me! Tell me!” he pleaded.
“I see,” he said unsteadily—“I see! You have no need to speak. I suppose I could have seen before if I had not been blind.”
“There is—David, you know,” Polly said softly.
“David!” he echoed scornfully; “always David! Forgive me. I knew this was no time for speaking, so soon after—” He stopped abruptly32. “But why will you let that fellow spoil your life? You don’t really love him! I doubt if you ever did.”
“John Eustis! You don’t know what you are saying!” Polly’s voice held a mixture of fire and tears.
“I know he isn’t worthy33 of you,” he replied fiercely. “There he is, up in that camp, gallanting all the girls for miles around, and leaving you to eat your heart out—you, worth the whole posse of them put together!”
“He isn’t!” Polly burst out. “How do you know?”
“So folks say. Believe it or not as you choose.”
“I don’t believe it! But what if he is! I don’t care! Probably people are saying that I am a fool not to throw him over.”
“Not exactly that. Most of them think you have done it—just as I did. You certainly ought to. I suppose I should be ashamed of myself, talking this way; but I’m not. I used to think[144] David Collins was a pretty fair sort; but the way he has tormented34 you is enough—I can’t help hoping he’ll get his pay for it all, and I don’t doubt he will.”
Polly listened with mingled35 anger and sorrow, added to the wonder that she did not speak out in David’s defense36. Was it true that David was—doing that? Was he? It was not like him—and yet—
Suddenly Polly came to herself with a start. What had John been saying? She had not heard. She had been up in the Maine woods with David.
“If you can give me one little hope,” he went on, “I will try to wait patiently until this affair with David is settled. If I have your permission to keep on loving you—as I must always love you whether you will or not—I can go away happier. Polly, may I carry that bit of hope with me?”
“Oh, no, no, John, you must not!” she cried hurriedly. “I shall never—marry! That I have decided. I expect to be a nurse. I enjoy taking care of people, especially children, and I think father and mother will like me to do that. The children here are so interesting. They make me forget—” Her voice became inaudible.
“It will take more than interesting children to make me forget!” exclaimed the young man. Then he—the self-contained John Eustis—did[145] a surprising thing. He caught Polly’s hand and pressed it impetuously to his lips.
In vain she tried to pull away. Gripping the little hand with a force that hurt, he left fierce, passionate37 kisses upon fingers and palm.
When they drove into Overlook they were conversing38 in a friendly way, but with more than a touch of constraint39, and the good-byes were as conventional as they were brief.
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