It had stopped raining; Molly made quite sure of it by looking into the little puddles1 upon the walk. At first she thought there were drops still falling upon them, but it was only the wind which ruffled2 the surface. The green grass was misty3 with rain and upon the bushes the shining drops hung from every twig4. Presently a sudden burst of sunshine broke through the clouds and changed the drops to sparkles of light. "There!" exclaimed Molly, "I see a piece of blue sky. Now I may go, mayn't I, mother? It is clearing off."
Mrs. Shelton came to the window and Molly with serious face watched her scan the sky. "It really is brighter," Mrs. Shelton decided5. "Yes, I see a piece of blue big enough for a Dutchman's breeches so I think the rain is over, but you'd better put on your rubbers, Molly."
Molly scarcely waited to hear but danced out of the room and down the steps. "Don't forget your rubbers!" her mother called after her, and Molly scurried6 to the closet under the stairs, grabbed the rubbers, snatched up her hat and was out of the door in a twinkling. Steadying herself on one foot, she drew on the overshoes, for there was no time to sit down; she could hear the whistle of the cars in the distance and knew there was barely time to reach the station before the train would stop.
It was an important occasion, for would not the express bring Molly's Cousin Polly whom she had always longed to meet? And not only Polly was coming but their Uncle Dick who was bringing Polly all the way from Colorado to the east. Uncle Dick was not so much of a novelty as Polly, but he was quite as ardently7 expected, for he was the jolliest fellow in the world, Molly thought, and, though he teased her unmercifully, he was full of jokes and funny quips and amusing anecdotes8, besides being generous in the extreme and always ready to put himself out to do a kind turn. As for Polly, Molly had many conjectures9 concerning her. What sort of girl would she be who had always lived on a ranch10 far away from the rest of the world; a girl who had never been to school and only a few times to church, who had never seen a big city, nor an automobile11, nor even a trolley12 car? Would she be very wild indeed, whooping13 like a savage14 Indian and eating with her knife like an untutored woodsman? Would Molly be ashamed to have her friends meet her? These questions, to which the answer was so near, Molly asked herself for the hundredth time as she walked toward the station.
Already the train was slowing up and in a few moments Molly was standing15 tiptoe, looking eagerly along the line of cars. Then she watched each person who descended16 the steps till at last she was rewarded by the sight of a tall young man who lifted down a little girl about Molly's age, a fair-haired, rosy-cheeked little girl, prettily17 dressed, and in no way suggesting a wild Indian. The instant Molly saw her, she was seized with a fit of shyness and could not follow her first impulse to rush forward. Instead she waited where she was till the two came up.
"Hello!" cried Uncle Dick. "I expected you would come at least to the next station to meet us, and here you are backing away instead."
Feeling that Polly might think that she really did not show the eagerness to see her that she ought to expect, Molly put out her hand but was presently seized in Polly's fervent18 hug. "Oh, but I am glad to see you," she said. "I could scarcely wait to get here, could I, Uncle Dick? It's such a long way and to-day was the longest one of all."
"I've been just crazy to see you, too," returned Molly. "I was so afraid it would rain hard and mother would not let me come to meet you. Where's Uncle Dick going? Oh, I see; he is looking after your baggage. Don't you hate sleeping-cars, and didn't it seem funny to have no one but Uncle Dick all these days?"
"No one but Uncle Dick; I like that," said that gentleman rejoining them. "Are you going to have me called a nobody at the very outset, Polly?"
"Oh, I didn't mean——" began Molly covered with confusion.
"Oh, yes you did; you said it when you thought my back was turned," interrupted her uncle.
Polly began to pound him with her fist. "Quit your nonsense, you great big, long-legged, old tease," she said. "You know that wasn't what Molly meant. You aren't a bit nice to her; you began to tease her the very minute you set eyes on her. You'd better be pretty good to her or I won't let you take me home again; so there, sir."
Uncle Dick gave her a playful shake. "You'll be homesick enough in a week from now to go home by yourself," he warned her.
"She'll do no such thing," cried Molly, gathering19 courage from Polly's example. "She'll just love it here, I know. Come along, Polly; we'll get home first."
But, in spite of their trying to run ahead, Uncle Dick's long legs overtook them, and with a hand, which they could not shake off, on the shoulder of each, he rushed them along so fast that they were breathless when they reached the front gate. Molly's mother was at the door to greet them. She gathered travel-stained little Polly into her arms. "Dear Polly, I am so glad we are to have you with us at last," she said. "Are you very tired, dearie? Was it a tiresome20 journey?"
"It was rather tiresome at the last," Polly acknowledged, "though at first I liked it for there were some very kind ladies who came as far as St. Louis, but the rest of the way I did get tired of sitting still all day. I am dreadfully cindery21 and black, Aunt Betty, so I am afraid you can't see at all what I look like. I did try to get off some of the worst about an hour ago, but I suppose I am still very black, as black as Manuel."
"Who is Manuel?" asked Molly.
"He's the blackest one of the Mexicans who work for father," Polly replied.
"Take your cousin up-stairs and see to making her comfortable," Mrs. Shelton told Molly. "Well, Dick, I believe you are actually taller than when I last saw you. When are you going to stop growing?" she said to her brother.
"When I come east to live," he returned. "Everything is big out our way, you know. Everything, including our hearts."
"That's true enough in your case," responded his sister. "Your old room is ready for you. Run right up; I must speak to the maids."
By this time, the two little girls were in the room they were to share together, and in a few minutes Polly had made herself more presentable by the use of soap and water, and with Molly's help in changing her dress. Then the cousins faced each other and examined one another critically, and presently both burst out laughing. "You don't look a bit as I thought you did," said Molly.
"Neither do you," returned Polly. "I thought you would be fair, like a doll I have named Molly."
"And I thought you would be like a picture I have of Minnehaha," returned Molly. Then they laughed again. "Isn't it funny that we are both named for our grandmother," continued Molly. "Suppose you had been called Molly instead of Polly, wouldn't we get mixed up?"
"Yes, almost as much as if we were both called Polly," said Polly, laughing again.
"Are you very, very fond of Uncle Dick?" asked Molly.
"Oh, dear, yes; I adore him. We are just the best sort of friends. He is the greatest tease, but I know ways to tease him, too."
"Oh, do tell me," Molly begged, "for he teases me nearly to death, though I think he is perfectly22 splendid."
"Wait till he is in a teasing mood, and you'll see," Polly answered. "Oh, Molly, I am perfectly wild to think I am to see the ocean. I have lived among the mountains all my life, and I am wild to get to the sea."
"You will love it," Molly assured her. "Won't we have a fine time all summer together?" She looked admiringly at Polly's curling locks, her dimples, and her pretty fresh white frock. Here was a cousin of whom she need not be ashamed. Why had Uncle Dick called her as wild as a March hare? Why had he given Molly the impression that an Indian was a tame creature beside Polly Perrine?
Polly was thinking much the same thing. Why had Uncle Dick given her the idea that she would find her cousin a fair, doll-like creature? To be sure she had seen a photograph of Molly, but she had worn a hat and coat when it was taken and one could easily get a wrong impression from it.
"Let's go down," proposed Molly; "I have lots of things to show you; besides I want to see Uncle Dick." She felt a little jealous of her cousin's claim to their uncle, and she felt sure her father would appropriate him if he happened to come in before she reached the porch where her mother was sitting with her brother.
Her father had not arrived, having gone to some business meeting which was sure to keep him late. Uncle Dick was lolling back in a porch chair. "Hello, youngsters," he cried as he caught sight of his nieces. "How are you getting along? What do you think of each other?"
Polly ran to him, and perching herself upon the arm of the chair, turned up his nose with an impertinent finger. "Badness," she said, "why did you tell me that Molly looked like a wax doll?"
"Did I tell you that? Well, if I were a maker23 of wax dolls, I could make one just like her, I think, if I had some of old Doc's tail for hair and two pieces of coal for eyes."
"Her eyes aren't black; they're like two pieces of brown velvet," objected Polly, "and her hair isn't a bit like Doc's tail; it is as soft as silk. Your nose must go up higher for that, sir." She gave his nose an extra tilt24 while he squirmed under the process.
"There, there, Polly, that is high enough!" he exclaimed; "it will never come down again if you turn it up too high."
"I hope it will not," said Polly; "I hope it will stay turned up like Dicky-pig's."
"Who is Dicky-pig?" asked Molly.
"Oh, he is a little pig I named after my beautiful uncle; he looks just like him," said Polly mirthfully.
"Does your brother look like a pig?" Dick asked his sister.
Mrs. Shelton smiled as she looked at the handsome youth. "I don't detect a striking resemblance," she replied, rising to leave.
"Well, he acts like one sometimes," declared Polly. "I want to know, too," she went on, to her uncle, "if you have been telling Molly things about me that aren't so."
"He said you were wild as a March hare and looked like an Apache Indian," announced Molly from the other side of the chair, giving her uncle's hair a tweak.
"Two to one is not fair," cried Dick. "I draw the line at having my hair pulled out by the roots; it is quite enough to have my nose mauled all out of shape. Here, young woman, you must be kept in better order. Polly, you are setting a bad example to your cousin; never before has she pulled my hair." He grabbed first one and then the other, stowed them away under his knees and held them tight.
"You're spoiling my clean frock," complained Polly. "Let me out and I'll not turn up your nose." Dick loosed his hold, "till the next time," added Polly darting25 away.
Dick made a grab for her and Molly, too, escaped. "Come back, come back!" cried Dick. "I have something for you, Molly, and you shall have it if you will answer me one question."
The girls slowly returned, but kept at a safe distance. "What is the question?" asked Molly.
Uncle Dick dived down into one of his pockets and drew forth26 a box of candy which he laid on the chair by his side. "I want to see how you are progressing with your studies," he remarked with gravity. "By the way, is school over yet?"
"No, it closes next week," Molly told him, eying the candy.
"Ah, then I must visit it and inquire into your record," said her uncle with an air of dignity.
"Oh, Uncle Dick!" Molly was on pins and needles lest he should really do something of the kind, and if he should hurt the feelings of her dear Miss Isabel whom she adored, Molly did not know what she should do. Miss Isabel might not understand her uncle's joking ways and—oh, dear! Her anxious look made her uncle chuckle27 with glee.
"I'll go sure as a gun," he declared, seeing a chance to tease.
"Oh, please don't," begged Molly.
"Why not go? Indeed I shall. I am confident from your manner, Miss Shelton, that it really is necessary that I should make some inquiries28 for the credit of the family. Tell me why I should not go, if you please."
"Not a bit of reason why I should not start the custom. What is your teacher like? Old, with little bobbing curls each side her face? Wears a cap, does she? or false frizzes and her teeth click when she talks?"
"She's nothing like that at all," returned Molly indignantly. "She is perfectly lovely with blue eyes and long black lashes30, and the beautifullest hair, and she has the prettiest, whitest teeth, like even corn on the cob."
"My, oh, my! All the more must I go," said Dick. "Is she young, dear niece? How old might she be, darling Molly?"
"Oh, I don't know; I think about twenty-one, for she has only been teaching a year. She didn't leave college till last summer, and she told me she wasn't seventeen when she first went there."
"Delightful," said Uncle Dick meditatively31. "Where is my sister? I must interest her in this matter. Now, Molly, sweet girl, answer my question and you shall have, not only this box of candy, but another to take to—what did I understand your teacher's name to be?"
"It is Isabel Ainslee, and it is a beautiful name."
"I quite agree with you. Now, Molly, answer me. How many cakes can you buy two for three cents apiece?"
Molly looked at Polly. This was a puzzler surely. "Two," she ventured uncertainly.
Uncle Dick looked at her penetratingly. "That might be the answer under some circumstances," he said.
This puzzled Molly more than ever and she looked at Polly for inspiration.
Polly was laughing. "You're an old fraud," she said to her uncle. "That is no question at all. It is nonsense, Molly. It depends entirely32 upon how much money you have. If you have six cents you can buy two cakes."
"So you can," returned Molly, seeing daylight. "I have just six cents, so I could buy two cakes at three cents apiece."
"But you didn't answer; it was Polly who did," said her uncle.
"Then Polly takes the candy," said that person darting forward and snatching up the candy box which she thrust into Molly's hand. "Here, Molly, run," she cried. And run Molly did, holding fast to the box and giving one backward glance at her uncle which showed him laughing and shaking his fist at the two retreating figures.
"Just wait till I see that Isabel Ainslee," he called after them. "I'll fix it for you, Molly Shelton."
But Molly had no fears, for Polly whispered; "He's only trying to tease, Molly. Don't mind him."
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