"Is Mrs. Whitney out in the carriage?" cried Miss Barnard, catching at this desirable information and letting everything else slip. "Oh, then, I must speak to her; surely I must, for I wouldn"t be so rude as to let her be at my door without a word from me. Elvira," she thrust her head into the small parlor to throw a word over to Miss Rhys, who was just saying "Yes" to Alexia, "I"ll be with you in a bit; I must first speak to my dear friend, Mrs. Whitney."
"It"s very cold," said Polly, as the little maiden lady laid her hand on the k.n.o.b of the front door. Alexia was frantically throwing on her hat and coat in the dim recesses of the back hall.
"That may be, but I wouldn"t neglect my duty," said Miss Barnard, with the air of knowing what was required of her; "but perhaps I had best be careful," pausing with her hand on the k.n.o.b, "so would you mind, my dear, handing my shawl; you will find it on the hat-rack at the end of the hall."
So Polly had nothing to do but to go down after it.
"The very idea," exclaimed Alexia, in smothered wrath, "to ask you to get her old shawl!"
"Hush!" begged Polly, with a warning pinch.
"And just think of her going out to see Mrs. Whitney! Come on, Polly, I know the way to the back door," and she seized Polly"s arm.
But Polly got away, and carried the shawl down to Miss Barnard and laid it over the wiry little shoulders; and at last the front door was opened.
"My dear Mrs. Whitney," exclaimed the little maiden lady, skipping out to the carriage step, and holding out both hands, "you don"t know how very glad I am to see you here; now do get out and have tea with Miss Rhys and me."
"Oh, it is quite impossible, Miss Barnard," said Mrs. Whitney, "thank you. Now, girlies," with a smile over the little maiden lady"s head to Polly and Alexia, "step in, both of you, for we must hurry home."
"O dear, I am so sorry," cried Miss Barnard, as the girls rushed to obey; then she gave a little cackle, intended to be very winning, "perhaps some time you will come, my dear Mrs. Whitney, I should _so_ admire to have you--hee-hee."
"How Aunt can--" began Alexia, as the good-bys were said and the carriage door slammed and away they went. "Polly Pepper, I"ve just killed your foot, I know, but I couldn"t help stepping all over you, for that dreadful woman fluttered me so. O dear, and I haven"t said anything to Mrs. Whitney," and Alexia could feel her sallow cheek grow hot and red.
"I"ll forgive you," said Mrs. Whitney, with a little laugh.
"And how Aunt can take up with her," finished Alexia in vexation, "O dear me, I can"t see."
"She has some good qualities," said Mrs. Whitney, kindly; "we must remember that."
"Well, I don"t know where they are," fumed Alexia. "She"s quite the most odious person I ever saw, and I"m so tired of her everlastingly coming to see Aunt. Oh, Polly!" She gave such a cry of distress that both Polly and Mrs. Whitney turned in dismay. "I can"t go, I can"t go; I forgot my nose and eyes. I cried so, see how they look!" She leaned forward in the carriage to display them the better.
"Is that all?" exclaimed Mrs. Whitney, with a sigh of relief; while Polly cried, "Oh, Alexia, that"s no matter," comfortingly, "and they don"t show so very much; really they don"t."
"And then that lace." Alexia, now that she was really on the way to be comforted, began to feel all the first distress of the accident over-whelming her again. "O dear, I am so sorry, Mrs. Whitney!" she mumbled shamefacedly.
"Now, Alexia," and Mrs. Whitney leaned over and put both hands on the anxious face, then she drew it down and set a kiss where a stream of tears had run, "do you know, dear, you will make me feel badly if you ever speak of that lace again, or worry about it, child." She turned the other cheek, and dropped a soft kiss on it. "Promise now, say you will not."
"I won"t," mumbled Alexia, looking up into the blue eyes, and she didn"t speak another word till safe up in Polly"s room.
Then she shut the door and marched up to her.
"She kissed me, she really did, and twice, and just as if she really wanted to! And no one has ever done that but you, Polly Pepper, and I"ll love her just forever!"
XI
AN AFTERNOON CALL
And so the real Christmas rang its joy-bells, pa.s.sing over the King household as if such a thing as a holiday was never thought of.
Polly gave her presents to the girls of her set, and in every way she and the other members of the household kept up all the delights of the season, so far as it concerned people outside of their family. But when all the little and big white-papered gifts for her began to pour into the care of the butler who attended the door, they were carefully deposited in a little room off from the main hall, set apart for the purpose, there to lie untouched until "we have _our_ real Christmas,"
she said.
And as it was arranged with Polly"s gifts, so it was to be the order of proceedings in regard to the presents of every other member of the family; till the little room seemed fit to burst with richness, and even Hobson despaired of getting much more in.
"We"ll have to get some other place, and that"s true enough," he said to himself, with a sigh, and dumping down a huge box just left at the door.
Joel, racing along the hall at the sound of the arrival, panted, "What is it? Oh, Hobson, who is it for?" all in the same breath.
"Hold on, Master Joel!" cried Hobson, and feeling of his arm gingerly, after the eager pinch from Joel"s fingers. "Well, it was for you, if you must know," he said irritably. "But you can"t go in," twitching the door in alarm, and trying to turn the key.
"Oh! I will too; it was mine!" cried Joel, very hot and red faced, and struggling to squeeze by the portly figure of the butler. "You"ve no right to put me out," he fumed.
"Mrs. Whitney gave me this key," said the butler, puffing from his exertions to keep Joel off with one hand, and to adjust the implement in its lock with the other. "And I, O bless me," as it slipped from his fingers and jingled to the floor.
"There,--goody,--O jumbo!" exclaimed Joel, pouncing on it where it fell on the edge of the rug, then he slipped away from the big hand, and, prancing off, shook the key high in the air in derision. "Now I can go in whenever I like. Whoop it up! Yes-sir-ee!"
Hobson, beyond answering, made a dive in his direction, which Joel quickly eluded, and, the bell ringing again, there could be no further attempt to rescue the key, and Joel danced off, chuckling triumphantly.
And hopping through the back drawing-room on a short cut across to the side hall, he rushed up almost into the face of a big figure sitting up in state on one of the high-backed carved chairs.
"O dear me!" exclaimed Joel, backing out summarily.
"I am very glad to see you, Joel," said Madam Van Ruypen, with her best smile on, "for I"m going to wait until Mrs. Whitney gets home," and extending her hand.
Joel, forgetting his key, put hand and all into her black glove.
"Dear me," she said, looking at her palm, "what have we here, Joel?"
"It"s a key," blurted Joel, recovering it quickly, "and I can"t stay,"
feeling questions in the air, and he was for bolting out again.
"Indeed, you will stay," declared Madam Van Ruypen, coolly; "a talk with you is the very thing I want! Sit down," and she pointed a black-gloved finger over to an opposite ottoman. And Joel sat down.
"Now, my dear boy," she said as sweetly as if she had come expressly to see him, and was quite sure of her welcome, "before your aunt comes home, I want to talk with you."
"Oh, I"ll go and put it back," said Joel, supposing it was all about the key, and beginning to slide off from his ottoman.
"Put what back?" demanded the old lady with sharp eyes full on him.
"The key," said Joel, fumbling it first in one set of fingers, then in the other. "I"ll--" and he was on his feet.
"Sit down," said Madam Van Ruypen, pointing to the ottoman, and again Joel sat down with a decided conviction that he didn"t like afternoon calls; and he gazed anxiously at the door to see if by any chance Aunty Whitney would appear.
"You see, Joel, I depend on you," Madam Van Ruypen was saying.
Joel, all his thoughts on the little room off from the hall, and the desire which now possessed him to get back the key into the butler"s hands before he could go with his story to Mother Fisher, sat and swung his feet in dismal silence, every word of the old lady"s falling on heedless ears.