Mother"s given me five dollars to spend just as I like--but I shan"t ask you now, so there!" She gave her head another toss, and walked off toward the door.
Phronsie deserted Polly and ran on unsteady little feet after her.
"Polly isn"t mean and stingy," she quavered; "she couldn"t be."
Clem looked down at her, and little uncomfortable thrills ran all over her.
"Well, anyway, she"s mad at me," she said, with great decision.
"Oh, no, Polly isn"t mad," declared Phronsie. She clasped her hands, and swallowed very hard to keep the tears back, but two big drops escaped and rolled down her cheeks. When Clem saw those, she turned away.
"Well, anyway, I"m going down-street by myself," she said, without a backward glance at Polly, and off she went.
"And if she thinks I"m going with her, or care what she does, after this,"
cried Polly, magnificently, with her head in the air, "she"ll make a mistake."
"Polly, Polly!" The tears were rolling fast now, and Phronsie could scarcely see to stumble back across the room to her side.
"And you don"t know anything about it, child. To think of making a violet handkerchief case, and mine is almost done, and none of the girls would copy mine! And Jasper drew the flowers on purpose." She was going on so fast now that she couldn"t stop herself.
"Mamsie wouldn"t like it," wailed Phronsie, clear gone in distress now, and hiding her face in Polly"s gown.
"Mamsie would say--" began Polly decidedly. Then she stopped suddenly. "Oh, what have I said!" she cried. "Oh, what can I do!" She clasped her hands tightly together. She was now in as much distress as Phronsie, and, seeing this, Phronsie came out of her tears at once.
"You might run after her," she said. "Oh, Polly, do."
"She won"t speak to me," said Polly, with a little shiver, and covering her eyes. "Oh, dear, dear, how could I!"
"Yes, she will, I do believe," said Phronsie, putting down a terrible feeling at her throat. Not speak to Polly?--such a thing could never be!
"Do run after her, Polly," she begged.
Polly took down her hands and went off with wavering steps to the door.
"I"ll get your hat," cried Phronsie, running to the closet.
But Polly, once having decided to make the attempt at a reconciliation, was off, her brown braids flying back of her in the wind.
IV
MISS TAYLOR"S WORKING BEE
Looking both sides of the road, not daring to think what she would say if she really did see Clem, Polly sped on. But not a glimpse of the tall girl"s figure met her eyes, and at last she turned in at a gateway and ran up the little path to the door. Mrs. Forsythe saw her through the window that opened on the piazza.
"Why, Polly Pepper," she cried, "what a pity that Clem didn"t find you! She went over to your house."
"Oh, I know, I know," panted Polly, with scarlet cheeks.
"Don"t try to talk," said Mrs. Forsythe, "you are all out of breath. Come in, Polly."
"Oh, I can"t. I mean I would like to see Clem," mumbled Polly, with an awful dread, now that she was on the point of finding her, of what she should say. It was all she could do to keep from running down the piazza steps and fleeing home as fast as she had come.
"Why, Clem isn"t at home," said Mrs. Forsythe, in a puzzled way; "you know I told you she had gone over to your house. She wanted you to go down-town with her, to buy some materials to take over to Miss Mary"s this afternoon and begin something new for the fair."
"Oh!" said Polly, in a faint voice, and hanging to the piazza railing.
"You see, she was all tired out over that sofa-pillow. I told her it was quite too ambitious a piece to do, and she was so discouraged I gave her some more money, and advised her to get something fresh. She had almost made up her mind to give up working for the fair altogether."
"Oh, dear me!" gasped Polly, quite overcome.
"Yes." Mrs. Forsythe leaned comfortably against the door-casing. It was such a comfort to tell her worries to Polly Pepper. "Clem said all the other girls were making such pretty things, and it was no use for her to try. She can"t get up new ideas quickly, you know, and she was ashamed not to take in something nice, and so she said she didn"t mean to do anything.
I couldn"t bear to have her give it up, for she ought to keep with you girls." Mrs. Forsythe"s face fell into anxious lines. "She gets unhappy by herself, with no young people in the house and only my mother and me to brighten her up. So I talked with her a long while this morning, and at last got her to be willing to try again. Well, it"s all right now, for she"s started to find you, and go down-town to buy the things," and Mrs Forsythe smiled happily.
Polly sank to the piazza steps and buried her face in her hands.
"Why, my dear, are you ill?" Clem"s mother deserted the door-casing and came quickly out. "Let me get you something."
"Oh, no, no!" Polly sprang to her feet and hurried down the steps. "I must go home," she said hoa.r.s.ely; and not pausing to think, only to get to Mamsie, she sped away on the wings of the wind, not stopping until she had turned in at the little green wicket-gate where she wouldn"t be likely to meet any one.
"Oh, dear, dear!"--and she hurried across the gra.s.s--"supposing Mamsie isn"t at home! She was going out for Auntie. What _shall_ I do?"
In her despair she raced over the greensward and plunged into the Wistaria arbor--to stand face to face with Clem!
Polly was too far gone in distress to say anything. Clem jerked up her head from the table, and raised a defiant pair of cheeks, wet and miserable.
"Oh, dear, dear!" was all Polly could get out. But she stumbled in and put her arms around her neck, and down went the two heads together.
"I"m awfully sorry," blubbered Clem. "Oh, dear! I forgot my handkerchief."
"Take mine." Polly put a wet little wad into her hand. "Oh, Clem, if you don"t let me go down-town with you and buy that handkerchief case!"
"Let you!" cried Clem. "You won"t want to go with me, Polly. But I"m not going to work a handkerchief case."
"Oh, yes, you are," declared Polly positively. "If you don"t, Clem Forsythe!"
"It was mean in me to choose it," said Clem, beginning to sniffle again, now that she had a handkerchief.
"Oh, no, no!" said Polly in alarm. "Now I know you won"t forgive me when you say such things. For it was all my fault; I was stingy mean to want to keep it to myself."
"You aren"t ever mean, Polly Pepper!" Clem hugged her so tightly by the neck that the neat little ruffle Mamsie sewed in that very morning was quite crushed. When she saw that, Clem was in worse distress than ever.
"See here! Why, Clem Forsythe!" Polly Pepper flew up to her feet so suddenly, that Clem started in amazement, and stared at her as well as she could with her eyes full of tears.
"Why, can"t you see? Haven"t we been two goosies--geese, I mean--not to think of it before!"
"What?" asked Clem helplessly.