Polly

Chapter 32

Flower laid the diamond in the woman"s hand.

"It seems to burn me like," she said. But all the same her fingers closed over it, and a look of greed and satisfaction filled her face.

"I don"t know if I"m a-doin" right," she said, "for perhaps this ain"t worth sixpence, and then where"s the rent and the food? But, all the same, I don"t like to say no to a pretty lady when she"s in trouble. Here"s the nine-and-fourpence-halfpenny, Miss. I earned it bit by bit by washing the neighbors" clothes; it wasn"t easy come by; there"s labor in it, and aches and dead-tiredness about it. You take it, Miss. I only trust the diamond will repay what I loses on that nine-and-fourpence-half penny."

Flower handled the money as if she thought it dirty.

Without a word she slipped it into the pocket of her dress.

"I am going away," she said. "They are angry with me at Sleepy Hollow. I have done wrong. I am not a bit surprised. I"m going away, so as not to cause them any more trouble."

"Oh, law, now, Miss! but they"ll fret to part with you."

"No they won"t. Anyhow, it isn"t your affair. I"m going away as soon as I possibly can. Can you tell me where the nearest railway station is?"

"There"s none closer than Everton, and that"s a matter of five mile from here."

"I must get there as quickly as possible. What road shall I take?"

"Do you think, Miss, I"d let a pretty young lady like you trape the lanes in the dead of night? No, no; carrier goes between two and three in the morning. You might go with him, if you must go."

"That is a good thought. Where does the carrier live?"

"Three doors from here. I"ll run round presently and tell him to call."

"Thank you. Do you think nine-and-fourpence-halfpenny will take me to Bath?"

"To Bath, Miss? It might, if you condescended to third cla.s.s."

"Third cla.s.s will do very well. Did you ever hear Polly Maybright speak of an aunt of hers, a Mrs. Cameron?"

Mrs. Ricketts, whose back was half turned to Flower while she shut and locked the box out of which she had taken the precious nine-and-fourpence-halfpenny, now sprang to her feet, and began to speak in a tone of great excitement.

"Did I hear of her?" she exclaimed. "Did I hear of the woman--for lady she ain"t--what turned my Maggie out of her good place, and near broke Miss Polly"s heart? Don"t mention Mrs. Cameron, please, Miss Flower, for talk of her I won"t; set eyes on her I wouldn"t, no, not if I was to receive a pound for it!"

"You needn"t get so excited," said Flower; "you have not got to see Polly"s aunt; only I thought perhaps you could give me her address, for I am going to her to-morrow."

"I wouldn"t, Miss, if I was you."

"Yes, you would if you were me. What is Mrs. Cameron"s address?"

"I don"t know as I can rightly tell you, Miss."

"Yes, you must. I see you know it quite well."

"Well then, well then--you won"t like her a bit, Miss Flower."

"What"s her address?"

"Jasper Street; I think it"s Jasper Street."

"And the number? She doesn"t live in the whole of Jasper Street."

"Now, was it a one and a six or a one and a seven?" queried Mrs.

Ricketts. "Oh, Miss! if I was you, I wouldn"t go near her; but I think her number is a one and a seven."

"Seventeen, you mean."

"Yes, that"s it; I was never great at counting."

CHAPTER XII.

RELICS AND A WELCOME.

Mrs. Cameron"s house in Bath was decidedly old-fashioned. It was a large, solemn, handsome mansion; its windows shone from constant cleaning; its paint was always fresh, its Venetian blinds in perfect order.

When a certain wild, untidy, almost disreputable-looking girl ran up its snow-white steps, and rang its highly polished bra.s.s bell, the neat parlor maid who answered her summons stared at her, and doubted a good deal if Mrs. Cameron could see her.

"You had better step into the hall for a moment," said the maidservant, "and I"ll inquire if my missis is at leisure; but if it"s the new housemaid"s place you"ve come after----"

Flower gasped; she drew herself up, raised her hand, and took off her small black velvet cap.

"You forget yourself!" she said, with a haughtiness which did not ill become her, notwithstanding her untidy and dishevelled state. "My name is Flower Dalrymple, and I have come from Sleepy Hollow. Please let your mistress know directly."

The parlor maid, who saw her mistake, was profuse in apologies.

She showed Flower into a dismal-looking dining room, and went upstairs.

"Who is it, Ann?" asked an anxious voice as she prepared to ascend the richly-carpeted stairs.

A door was opened at the end of the pa.s.sage, and a fusty, dusty-looking little man put in an appearance.

"Who is it, Ann? Any one for me?"

"A young lady as wants to see the missis, sir. Oh, Mr. Cameron! what a deal of dust you has brought out into the "all!"

The little man looked meekly down at his dusty garments.

"I have just been unpacking my last crate of curiosities from China, Ann. Where is the young lady? Perhaps she would like to see the relics."

"No, sir, that I"m sure she wouldn"t; she"s all blown and spent like.

She"s for all the world like a relic herself."

Ann tripped lightly upstairs, and Mr. Cameron, pushing his spectacles high up on his bald forehead, looked with an anxious glance to right and left. Then very quickly on tiptoe he crossed the hall, opened the dining-room door, and went in.

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