"Oh, yes, I see! But they couldn"t do it for all."
"Then there"ll be trouble! And I don"t know as I should blame them any. Why should one of the family have all the good times and loads of presents, and n.o.body else have anything--huh!"
"It hasn"t established a precedent by any means," a.s.serted Miss Major.
"Indeed, it has! And they ought to have thought of that before they began."
"I doubt if any such thing ever occurred to Polly and Doodles,"
interposed Miss Sterling. "They were thinking only of giving Miss Lily a pleasant birthday. I am glad she had so many presents."
"Well, Mr. Randolph meant she should have enough candy for once, didn"t he? A five-pound box certainly! If she eats it all herself, it"ll make her sick! I don"t suppose she ever had so much at one time before, and she won"t use any judgment about it. It would have been in a good deal better taste to have given her a simple pound box."
"Oh, no!" laughed Miss Major. "I"d rather have a five-pound box any time! And so would you!"
"I suppose he"s used to that size," retorted Miss Castlevaine. "He probably gives "em to his girl by the cartload--huh!"
"Who is she?" queried Miss Major.
"Why, that Puddicombe girl! He is engaged to Blanche Puddicombe--didn"t you know it?"
"No, I hadn"t heard."
"Well, he is! They say the wedding isn"t coming off till next spring. I guess he"s bound to have all he can get out of his freedom till then--he won"t have much after he"s tied to that silly-pate!"
"She looks it all right! Her mother isn"t any too smart."
"No, and the Puddicombe side is worse. We used to think that Si Puddicombe knew less than nothing! And Le Grand Puddicombe--"
Juanita Sterling edged a little closer into the seat corner. She had no interest in Le Grand Puddicombe. She stared into the night.
A raw wind struck her face. Thick clouds had suddenly shut out the moon, and a chill over-spread the earth. All was dark, dark, except for the flashing lines ahead. The steady pur-r-r-r-r-ing of the car was in the air. Miss Castlevaine"s monotonous voice ran on and on; but, the little woman at the end of the seat realized nothing except the insistent words knelling through her brain,--"Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe! Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe!"
It was not until she was in her room, with the door safely locked, that she commanded herself sufficiently to answer the clanging voice.
"I don"t believe it! I don"t believe it!" she burst out. "It"s a lie!--a miserable, sneaking lie!"
"Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe! Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe!" was the mocking retort.
She dropped on her knees by the bedside and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, G.o.d," she whispered, "forgive me for being a fool!"
CHAPTER XXI
TWO OF THEM
Polly came early the next morning to talk over things.
"You got all tired out, didn"t you?" she exclaimed, meeting the wearied eyes.
"Oh, no!" denied Miss Sterling. "I didn"t sleep quite as well as usual, but I"m all right."
"I"m glad it is only that. You look almost sick," Polly scanned the pale face a little doubtfully. "I"m worried about David--he acted so queer last night."
"What"s the trouble? They were talking of it coming home."
"About David?--or me?"
"Miss Castlevaine spoke of David"s being with Patricia, and was wondering if you had quarreled--that"s all."
"No, there hasn"t been a word!" cried Polly disgustedly. "But I suppose he is jealous of Doodles--such a silly! He"s a lovely boy, if he weren"t always getting jealous of everybody. He wants me to stay right with him every minute and not speak to anybody else!"
"That is foolish."
"I know it, but that"s David Collins!"
"I wonder--" she stopped.
"What?" asked Polly.
"I was only thinking about Colonel Gresham. Perhaps it was jealousy that caused the estrangement between him and Mrs. Jocelyn."
"Maybe--I never heard what it was."
"Possibly it is in the blood, and David can"t help it."
"He needn"t be a goose just because his grand uncle was! It isn"t as if we were grown up!"
Miss Sterling gave a little laugh.
"I don"t care, it isn"t!" insisted Polly. "If I were eighteen and engaged to him, of course, I shouldn"t expect to go around with other boys--"t wouldn"t be right: but now--!" Polly"s face finished it.
Juanita Sterling looked gravely at nothing.
"And such a boy as Doodles!" Polly went on. "To start with, he is younger than I am, and that ought to be enough to give David some sense! Mother says she didn"t see me do anything out of the way--did you. Miss Sterling?"
"Why--why,--what was it you asked, Polly? I was thinking so hard, I lost that last!"
Polly looked keenly at her friend"s flushed face.
"I believe you do think I did something! What is it? Tell me right out! I shan"t mind!"
"No, no, Polly! Forgive me, it wasn"t anything about you and David--I happened to let another thought in just for a minute--that was all. No, I don"t think you did anything that a sensible boy would mind in the least. Even if you were grown up and engaged to David, you did nothing that should have caused him any annoyance."
"Oh! that"s more than mother gave me credit for!--Do you really know what you"re saying anyway?" laughed Polly.
"Perfectly, Miss Dudley! And I declare to you this moment that you are a model of propriety!"