"I don"t care," said Polly, recklessly, pushing back the little rings of brown hair from her brow, "they"ll be good enough, the pictures you are going to do, to put into the Louvre, anyway, Adela Gray."
Tom Selwyn had been very sober during all this merry chatter; and now in his seat across the narrow aisle, he drummed his heels impatiently on the floor. His mother looked over at him, and slipping out of her seat, went over to him. "Any room here, Tom, for mother?" she said.
"Oh,--ah,--I should say so!" Tom slipped out, gave her the window seat, then flew back.
"Now, this is comfy," observed Mrs. Selwyn, as the train sped on. "Tom, see here!"
"What"s up, little mother?" asked Tom, in surprise, at her unusual manner.
"It"s just this, Tom. You know we are going to Chamonix and up the _Mer de Glace_ with Mr. King"s party."
Tom bobbed his head, not allowing himself to exclaim, "But that will be only a short journey, now, and we must soon say "good-by.""
"Well, I"ve been thinking that I should like to go on to Geneva, and to Paris," continued Mrs. Selwyn, "only you dislike Paris so much, Tom,"
she added.
"Oh, you"re the bulliest--I mean--excuse me--you"re no end a brick--oh, I mean--I can"t say what I mean," brought up Tom, in despair. And he ran one long arm around her neck very much to the detriment of her neat collar.
"Then you can overcome your dislike to Paris enough to go there?" asked his mother, with a little twinkle in her eye.
"My dislike!" roared Tom, "O dear me!" as everybody looked around.
"Why, I just love Paris!" he finished in an awful whisper, close to the plain, black bonnet.
When the news was circulated, as it was pretty soon, that the party was not to be broken into at all till Paris was a completed story, the jubilation was such as to satisfy even Tom. And as this particular party had the car entirely to themselves, it wasn"t so very dreadful as it seems, and the elder members allowed indulgent smiles at it all.
That night in the market-place at Martigny, Jasper, who was ahead with his father, ran back to Polly, and the others lingering behind. "Oh, do hurry," he begged, "it"s the prettiest sight!"
"Oh, what is it?" cried Polly, as they scampered off.
There, in the centre of the market-place, was a ring of little girls, hand-in-hand, singing a little French song, and going round and round in a circle. They were of all ages and sizes, the littlest one in a blue pinafore, being about three years of age, and so chubby she had to be helped along continually by a big girl, evidently her sister. This big sister stopped the ring game, every now and then, to kiss the round face by the side of her gown; an example that was followed by so many of the other girls, that the game seemed to be never quite finished.
And once in a while, big sister would pick up the chubby, little, blue-pinafored maiden and carry her through a considerable portion of the game, then down she would put her on her two chubby feet, and away they all circled without any break in the proceedings at all.
"Oh! isn"t it "Oats, Peas, Beans, and Barley grow"?" cried Polly, as they watched them intently.
"Ever so much like it," said Tom. "See those boys; now they are going to make trouble."
"Oh, they sha"n"t!" declared Polly. "O dear me!" as one boy drew near, on the side next to the travellers, and watching his chance, picked at a flying ap.r.o.n or two. But the ring of girls paid no more attention to him, than they had to any other outside matters, being wholly absorbed in the game. So Polly and the others breathed freely again.
But up came another boy. "O dear me!" cried Polly, aghast. When number three put in an appearance, she gave up all hope at once.
"They"re jealous chaps," cried Tom, "and are vexed because they can"t get into the game! Hear them jeer!" And his long arm went out and picked a jacket-end of an urchin, who, incautiously regarding such quiet travellers as not worth minding, had hovered too near, while trying to tease the girls.
"Here, you, sir," cried Tom, with a bit of a shake, and a torrent of remarkably good French not to be disregarded; then he burst into a laugh. And the urchin laughed too, thinking this much better fun to tussle with the tall lad, than to hang around a parcel of girls. And presently a woman came and took little blue pinafore off, and then the rest of the girls unclasped their hands, and the ring melted away, and the game was over.
"I"m glad the girls over here have fun," said Polly, as Grandpapa and his party moved off. "Isn"t it nice to think they do?"
"It isn"t much matter where you live, there"s a good deal to be gotten out of life; if you only know how," said the parson, thinking busily of the little brown house.
Two or three days of rest at Martigny put everybody in good shape, and gave them all a bit of time to pick up on many little things that were behindhand. Tom looked over all his floral treasures, with their last additions made at the Riffelalp, and discarded such as hadn"t pressed well. And Jasper and Polly rushed up to date with their journals, and wrote letters home; and Adela worked up her studies and sketches.
Tom looked on silently when Polly and Jasper were sc.r.a.ping their pens in a lively fashion in the little writing room of the hotel. "That"s my third letter, Polly," announced Jasper, on the other side of the table.
"Now, I am going to begin on Joel"s."
"One, two," said Polly, counting, "why, I thought I"d written three; well, this one is most finished, Jasper."
"Yes," said Jasper, glancing over at her, "is that your last page, Polly?"
"Yes," said Polly, hurrying away. Then she thought of what Mamsie had said, and slackened her speed.
Tom cleared his throat, and tried to speak, but the words wouldn"t come nicely, so he burst out, "I say, I wish you"d write to my granddaddy, both of you," and then he stood quite still, and very red in the face.
Polly looked up quickly, her pen dropping from her fingers, and Jasper deserted his fourth letter and stared.
"Why," said Polly, finding her tongue, "we wouldn"t dare, Tom Selwyn."
"Dare!" said Tom, delighted to think that no terrible result had really ensued from his words, that after they were out, had scared him mightily. "Oh, if you knew granddaddy!" And he sank into a chair by the table, and played with the heap of picture postal cards that Polly was going to address next.
"We might," said Polly, slowly, "write a letter, all of us. A kind of a Round Robin thing, you know, and send that."
"So we could," cried Jasper; "how would that do, Tom?"
"The very thing!" exclaimed Tom, striking his hand so heavily on the table, that for a minute it looked as if the ink-bottle hopped.
"Take care, there"s no reason you should knock things over because you are overjoyed," cried Jasper, gaily. "Well, let"s leave our letters to-day, Polly, and set to on the Round Robin."
"All right," said Polly, glad to think there was anything she could really do to please the little old earl, "but would your mother like it, Tom?" She stopped slowly in putting her unfinished letter into the little writing-case, and looked at him.
"If you think there"s a shadow of doubt on that score, I"d best run and ask her now." Tom got himself out of the chair, and himself from the room, and in an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time, back there he was. "My mother says, "Thank Polly for thinking of it; it will do father more good than anything else could possibly do.""
"I don"t suppose you want any more answer," said Tom, quite radiant, and looking down at Polly.
"No, only I didn"t think first of it," said Polly, in a distressed little tone.
"Why, Polly Pepper!" exclaimed Tom, "I certainly heard you say "Round Robin," when I"ll venture to say not a soul of us had even thought of it; we certainly hadn"t said so."
"Well, you spoke of the letter first," said Polly, unwilling to take the credit for all the comfort going to the little old earl, "and I shall tell your mother so, Tom."
"But I didn"t say "Round Robin,"" persisted Tom, "wasn"t smart enough to think of it."
"And let"s get to work," cried Jasper, huddling up his three letters.
"I"ll post yours, too, Polly; give them here."
"O dear, my stamps are all gone," said Polly, peering into the little box in one corner of her writing-case.
"I"ve plenty," said Jasper, hurrying off; "I"ll stick on two for you."
"Oh, no, Jasper," cried Polly, after him, "you know Mamsie would not allow me to borrow."
"It isn"t borrowing," said Jasper, turning back slowly. "I"ll give them to you, Polly."