A shadow darkened the fair little face, and pain crept in, and stayed.
"She seems," Polly began slowly, "like a dreadful dream--you know, when you wake up all shivery, and are so glad it is n"t real.
Only"--with a little catch--"Aunt Jane is real! Sometimes I feel sick all over when I think about her, and going back there--oh,"
she burst out pa.s.sionately, "I"d rather die than go back to live with her! Mr. Brewster, don"t make me go! Please don"t make me go!" The words came with a half sob, but she fought the tears back, and her appealing eyes searched his face for hope.
"My dear child," he exclaimed tenderly, "you must not worry one bit more about this! You have given me exactly what I want. Now leave the matter with Dr. Dudley and me. Will you agree to do this?"
"If I can," she answered softly; "but Aunt Jane is very hard to forget!"
"I dare say she is," smiled the lawyer; "but I think you can do it. You know the best way to forget a disagreeable thing?"
No, Polly did not.
"It is to keep thinking of other things, pleasant things, until the mind is so full of them that there is n"t a sc.r.a.p of room for whatever is annoying. You try it, and see if I am not right!"
"There are lots of pleasant things to think of," smiled Polly.
"To be sure there are! One is, that Dr. Dudley is going to bring you out to my house some morning to stay all day."
"Oh," beamed Polly, "that would be nice!" She looked across at the Doctor.
He nodded happily.
"If he does n"t do it," and the lawyer made a comical grimace in Dr. Dudley"s direction, "I"ll come after you myself."
Polly gurgled out her little laugh, which sounded as if she had already begun to follow the lawyer"s advice, and she thanked him very sweetly for his invitation and his promise. Presently she went upstairs, and Miss Lucy was relieved to see that she appeared more like her usual self. But she was very quiet, repeating nothing of what had pa.s.sed in the office. It had been a hard day, and Polly was glad when the time came for her to creep into bed.
On Sat.u.r.day Miss Lucy and her small a.s.sistant had a busy morning.
There was scant time to think about Aunt Jane. When she did appear in Polly"s mind, the little girl remembered Mr. Brewster"s counsel, and hastened to perform her task in hand with exceeding faithfulness, putting on fresh pillows slips with as much care as if the welfare of the ward depended on their being straight to a thread. Her efforts were successful, for they pushed away Aunt Jane. So the forenoon pa.s.sed, leaving her at dinner time a little more tired than usual, but free from the worry of the day before.
Soon after the meal Miss Lucy went downstairs. When she came back Polly was playing Authors with Leonora, Mabel, Frederica, and Stella. She stopped beside Polly"s chair.
"Dr. Dudley wants you," she smiled. "Run right along, and I will take your place."
Polly went, wondering, but fearing little. Miss Lucy"s face was too radiant to betoken anything unpleasant.
Dr. Dudley held out his arms, and the little girl ran into them.
"Glorious news, Thistledown! It is all settled! "Aunt Jane" has no right to you whatever!"
"Oh!" she gasped, and went suddenly white.
The Doctor dropped into a chair, and took her in his lap, letting her lean against him.
"I"m glad you are going to school next week," he declared. "You will get out of doors more. I"m not going to have you paling up in this way every little while. You are in the house too much."
"I"m all right," she argued. "Tell me about it, please!"
"To begin with," he smiled, "these people are no relatives of yours."
Polly"s eyes rounded with amazement.
"And Aunt Jane is n"t my aunt at all?"
"Not the least mite of an aunt," he laughed. "It was a hard thing for her to admit; but she had to do it."
"You have seen her?" queried Polly.
"Mr. Brewster and I were there this forenoon. It seems that she lived next door to you at the time your father died, and, according to her own statement, she gave you mother a great deal of a.s.sistance at that time. It is easy to see how she made your mother feel under obligations to her, and the rest came about as it naturally might with such a woman. When she saw her chance for gain she improved it. She has defrauded you out of household goods and money; but Jack thinks we should hardly make anything by taking the matter into court. There is nearly two thousand dollars still to your credit in the bank, and that shall stay there till you are of age. She was allowed only a certain sum per week for your support--the rest she could not touch; but she did what she pleased, it seems, with the money received for furniture and so on. She has no property that we can get hold of, except the things which belonged to your mother. Those we can take, if you will tell me what they are."
"Oh! Can I have mamma"s little rosewood work-table! I saw it there the other day."
The Doctor was busy with pad and pencil.
"The sooner we get them the better, so think hard now, and I"ll note them down."
"There"s a good deal of china, and some nice gla.s.s dishes, and the silver spoons and forks--I could tell which they were if I could see them."
"You are going to pick them out, with Mr. Brewster and me."
"I"m going there?" Polly cried.
Dr. Dudley nodded. "You"re not afraid?" He smiled rea.s.suringly.
"Oh, no, not with you!" she replied. "There"s two trunks," she went on, "with some of mamma"s clothes in. A good many are worn out--she wore "em, and make "em over for the girls and me.
Then there are all our books, and three or four chairs, and a lovely clock--oh, and a great pile of mamma"s music, with some pieces that she wrote herself!"
The list was longer than Dr. Dudley had expected. When Polly could think of nothing more, he called up the lawyer by telephone, making an appointment to meet him. Shortly afterwards he put Polly in the auto, and they started for Mrs. Bean"s.
On the way the little girl thought of her precious locket.
"We shall get it if we can," the Doctor told her. "Mrs. Bean appears to be honest about that. She believes the boy has it; but he professes innocence. I fancy she will keep him out of our way if possible."
They took the lawyer in at his office, and Polly finished her ride sitting on his knee.
When Mrs. Bean learned their errand, she turned, then white, and seemed greatly excited. At first she was inclined to resent their coming as an intrusion, declaring, "There ain"t much belongin" to the kid anyhow." But, as earlier in the day, she quailed before Mr. Brewster"s firm, quiet speech, and sullenly led the way to the various articles called for. Finally nothing remained unchecked on the list except the two trunks.
"I h"ain"t got no trunks," the woman bristled. "You"ve seen my rooms an" all there is in "em! Them trunks prob"ly was sold along with other things."
"Why, Aunt Jane," put in Polly, "they were here just before I was hurt. I remember, because--"
"Huh!" she cackled. "I was n"t here then, an" I guess they wa"n"t!"
"I mean where we lived then," corrected Polly.
"Wal, they ain"t here nor there now," she insisted.
"Can"t we go up attic?" questioned Polly. "You said, the other day, there was an attic to--"