"I"m getting some more nuts," she said; "my candy was perfectly horrid, and everything was spoiled."
"Yes, I know," said Polly, coming up close to comfort as much as possible, for Alexia had a very long face on, and looked as if it would take a good deal to cheer her up. "How can I tell her about that dreadful green floss and those patterns?" said Polly over and over to herself. "I must wait till we get out on the street."
But when the two girls were outside the shop, Polly carrying the bundle of nuts tucked under her arm, it was just as bad, and she put it off until the corner was reached down which they must turn to go to Miss Angell"s. And worst of all, they were hurrying on so fast the lovely bit of news must be postponed.
"How glad I am, Aunt didn"t take it into her head to send me spinning off down there!" observed Alexia, glancing down the long thoroughfare with anything but a pleasant expression on her long face. "I just hate that Miss Angell"s shop. Goodness me! we never could do it, with all this candy to make, and get our Club supper to-night."
Polly stopped short, and seized Alexia"s arm. "Oh, don"t feel badly!" she gasped, and then, thinking, "It"s better to have the whole out at once,"
she finished in one breath, "Your aunt wants some green floss, Alexia."
"Well, she shan"t have it," declared Alexia, stopping short, too, and glaring at Polly over her bundle of sugar. "No, indeed!" and her pale eyes grew very angry. "The very idea! she"s always wanting green floss, every single minute. Come on, Polly Pepper." She set her face straight ahead and marched on. But not hearing Polly following, she looked over her shoulder, and then ran back. "Why don"t you come on? I shan"t get that old green floss"--all in one breath.
"We can get there in a few minutes perhaps," said Polly, "Alexia, do let us hurry," and, turning down the corner, without so much as a glance backward, she went swiftly on, without trusting herself to look down the long street.
"I shan"t get that old green floss," declared Alexia wrathfully, standing quite still on the corner, yet, as Polly kept steadily on, showing no intention of stopping, she pattered after. But she kept saying, every step of the way, "I shan"t get that old green floss, Polly, _wait!_"
But it was not until the door of Miss Angell"s shop was reached that the two girls came together.
"It"s a hateful mean shame," exploded Alexia, huddling up her bundle of sugar pa.s.sionately. "There, I"ve punched a hole with my thumb; see what you"ve made me do."
Polly turned around in dismay, to see a little trail of fine sugar drifting from the package down over Alexia"s gown.
"Oh, dear me!" she exclaimed, in dismay. "I"ll help you; stand still, Alexia, do; it"s all running out."
"Well, you made me," cried Alexia, whirling around and wildly patting the bag in just the wrong places, so that the stream of sugar became now quite big.
"Do stand still, Alexia," implored Polly; "here, I"ll pinch it up," She set down her bundle of nuts on the top step, which a lady, not seeing, came out of the shop, and promptly fell over.
"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Polly, in terror, and running down the steps. "Did you hurt you? Oh, I"m so sorry!"--clasping her hands and looking the picture of distress. Then she saw it was Mrs. Patterson, a friend of Auntie Whitney"s.
"No," said the lady tartly, getting up to her feet to draw a long breath and gaze up and down the street. "Why, Polly Pepper!"--bringing her gaze upon the flushed face.
"Are you sure you are not hurt, Mrs. Patterson?" Polly looked at her anxiously. Oh, dear me! how could she be so careless!
"Not a bit of it," declared that lady, "but, oh, Polly, do you suppose any one saw me?" and she gazed ruefully up and down the street again.
"I don"t believe any one did," said Polly, peering this way and that.
"Polly, do come; this sugar is all running away," cried Alexia loudly.
"And do let me brush your gown," implored Polly, feeling as if everything were going wrong this afternoon.
"Never mind, I"m going directly home, here is the carriage," said Mrs.
Patterson, as her handsome equipage drew up. "Don"t you worry a bit, Polly Pepper; I"m not in the least hurt," and off she drove.
"Polly, will you come?" called Alexia, dancing about impatiently on the top step, and clutching the bag of sugar with nervous ringers that didn"t help matters any. "Oh, dear me, do look!"--pointing tragically to the little pile of sweetness at her feet.
"Oh, I do hope she wasn"t hurt," cried Polly, stumbling up over the steps, how, she didn"t know.
"Oh, that tiresome Mrs. Patterson! Well, it will do her good to tumble down once in a while," said Alexia unsympathetically, "she"s so stiff and mighty; and I should think you might pay some attention to me," she cried, in a loud, injured tone; "I"m all in a mess with this sugar, and I haven"t got any candy, and you made me come clear down to this old shop, and----"
"Well, do come in," cried Polly, interrupting her stream of complaint, and, picking up the bag of nuts before any one else could tumble over it, she hurried Alexia into the little shop.
"And I"m glad enough to get where I can lay this old thing down," declared Alexia, dumping the bag of sugar upon the first resting-place she saw, an aesthetic little lounge, covered with elaborately embroidered pieces. "Oh, me! my arms are almost broken," and she stretched them restfully, "and beside, the sugar is "most all run out."
"Oh, Alexia!" cried Polly, quite aghast, as she saw where Alexia had deposited the sugar, just as the proprietor of the shop hurried up with dismay written all over her countenance.
"Oh, my beautiful centerpieces!" she exclaimed, raising both hands in dismay, "I am sure they are quite, quite ruined."
"It"s nothing but sugar," grumbled Alexia, as she huddled up her bundle again.
"And I"ll brush it all off," said Polly anxiously, bestowing little pats over the various specimens of fancy work. "See, Miss Angell, I don"t believe it"s hurt," she said, lifting her flushed face.
"Well, I don"t wish them," declared two ladies together, coming back from the small table Where they had gone to examine more work.
"They are quite mussed and tumbled now," added one, "and not at all what we want. Come, Sister," and she walked to the door, viewing with disfavor Alexia and her bundle, and Polly Pepper as well.
Miss Angell"s face dropped to such a length that Polly couldn"t bear to look at it.
"Oh, please don"t go," cried Polly, flying after the irate customer; "I don"t really believe the pretty things are hurt. Do just come back and see, please."
The other lady was standing irresolutely by the lounge, but she wouldn"t even look at the centerpieces that Miss Angell was smoothing out with a despairing hand, preparing to put them into their boxes again.
"It was clean sugar," Polly ran on, feeling quite sure if she stopped talking, that all hope was lost.
"But they are mussed," began the lady by the door, very decidedly.
Alexia was huddling up her bundle quite gone in despair, and lost to all the distress of having no candy to take to the Cooking Club supper. If those two ladies would only buy the centerpieces they had selected, it was all she hoped for in this world.
"No, indeed! Come, Sister!" and she opened the door. "Why, Mrs. Alexander!"
Mrs. Alexander, a portly person, with a great deal of black jet and lace, that seemed to be always catching in the apparel of those who pa.s.sed her, worked her way into the small shop, and up past the knot of people, giving friendly nods of recognition on her way.
"How d"ye do, Miss Ellicott, Miss Juliana. How are you, Polly? And, Alexia, how is your aunt?" And without waiting for a reply, she sprang, if such a ponderous body could be said to spring, at the box of centerpieces Miss Angell was packing away. "Oh, oh! how beautiful! Stop"--laying her large hand on one. "Just what I want. How much is it?"
"Fifteen dollars," said Miss Angell, whipping it neatly out of the box, her dismal frown becoming an expansive smile. "Yes, it is a beauty--one of the very latest things," and she spread it forth on the lounge with an experienced little nourish.
Miss Ellicott deserted the door and hurried over to the lounge.
"I"ll--I"ll"--as she tried to work herself in between. But the portly Mrs.
Alexander had no idea of being interrupted at such an important crisis in life when centerpieces were to be decided upon, so she loudly kept on in her bargaining. "I"ll take it," she said, in her most decided fashion. "And the next one, too, I fancy; let me see that."
"But that is," gasped Miss Juliana, threading her way into the group, "the very one that I liked."
"Eh?" said Mrs. Alexander, looking up with the acute eyes of a bargain-hunter. "Oh, I don"t wonder you like it; it"s a beauty. Yes, I"ll take it also. How much did you say it was, Miss Angell?"
Miss Angell, who hadn"t said, saw no reason why she shouldn"t now make it any price that appealed to her better judgment.
"Twenty dollars," she answered, clapping on a cool third of its price, and Mrs. Alexander, who cared very little what she paid for it, beamed at her, and said: