"I hain"t got nothin" up there," Mrs. Bean broke in, with flaming face.
"Will you allow us to look through it, please?" The lawyer"s voice was low, but tense.
"There ain"t no call for you to go paradin" up there," she snapped. "Pretty how d" y" do, if you can"t take my word for it!"
"It is an easy matter to be mistaken," Mr. Brewster smiled.
"Have you a key to the apartment? Or is it open?"
Mrs. Bean took time for reply, narrowing her eyes, as if in deep thought. She was quick to see the loophole of escape which the lawyer had shown her. Still she hesitated.
"Wal," she muttered finally, "it"s barely possible I was thinkin" o" some other trunks; but I don"t b"lieve I was. I do"
know; I"m driven to death. I sh"d think I"d forgit my own name, slavin" "s I have to! "T won"t do no hurt, I s"pose, for you to go up an" see."
The trunks were found, as Mr. Brewster had been sure they would be. He opened both, and he and Polly hastily looked over their contents. Besides bundles of old letters, photographs, and numerous little mementoes, there was much of value,--fine table and bed linen, and silk dress, some exquisite laces, and a little box of odd pieces of jewelry.
"Oh!" Polly burst out, "I forgot grandma"s watch! And mama"s coral pin and her topaz ring!"
"They"re downstairs," volunteered Mrs. Bean. "I forgot them, too!"
After the trunks were locked, and the keys in Mr. Brewster"s pocket, he and the Doctor carried them into the hallway. While they were busy, there was a clatter of feet on the lower stairs, and Mrs. Bean slipped hurriedly away.
"I guess the children have come," said Polly.
But when the three reached the apartment below, no young folds were visible, and the lawyer silently concluded to defer his attempt with Gregory until another time.
Another later Polly"s goods were brought to the hospital, and Leonora and several other children, who were able to be downstairs, were given the unbounded delight of seeing them unloaded.
Chapter XV
A Bid For Polly
Early on Monday morning Polly received an urgent request from Mrs.
Jocelyn that she begin her delayed visit that very hour. So, as school was to open on Wednesday, it was decided that the little girl should accept the renewed invitation, and that Dr. Dudley should fetch her home on the succeeding afternoon.
"By that time," observed David, "we shall be all moved, and we can go to school together in the morning."
"But, oh, dear!" groaned Leonora, "that Aunt Jane will get you again, sure! Oh, Dr. Dudley, don"t let her go alone, please don"t!"
Polly laughed happily. It was hard for Leonora to realize that Mrs. Bean had no more power over her beloved friend.
But Dr. Dudley did not laugh. Leonora had been of the band of anxious ones on that night of suspense, and he could understand how she still feared to have Polly venture for without a protector.
"You need not worry," he a.s.sured her. "I shall not let Polly out of my sight until she is safely inside Mrs. Jocelyn"s house."
"I could go alone just as well," smiled the little girl. "There is n"t any danger."
"It is too long a walk," returned the Doctor, "and don"t you dare to come back, young lady, until you come with me!" He shook his finger at her threateningly.
She giggled, while David remarked, with a mischievous twinkle:--
"That would be a good way to keep her there--you need n"t go after her!"
"Do you want me to stay away, David Collins?" demanded Polly.
"No, I don"t," he admitted laughing.
"Oh, don"t talk about her staying away!" pleaded Leonora. "We did, just in fun, last time, and then she was lost!"
"Oh, you funny, blessed Leonora!" cried Polly, putting her arms around her friend"s neck, "I"m not going to get lost, or stay away, either--only one night. I guess you can stand it for just one night."
Dr. Dudley saw his charge inside Mrs. Jocelyn"s door, according to his promise; but the little lady told him that he need not come after her, for she would bring her back on the following day.
Mrs. Jocelyn"s home was in a delightful quarter of the city, opposite a park of many acres. The house was dignified mansion, full of stately old furniture, and if it had not been for its owner"s cheery hospitality it would have been rather awe-inspiring to a little girl like Polly. But Polly, having been several times a guest in the big house, now felt quite at home, and ran up and down the polished oaken stairs and through the grand, dimly lighted hallways as merrily as if she had always been used to such imposing surroundings.
"It is too bad Dorothy could n"t stay over till this week," Mrs.
Jocelyn said; "but never mind! She"ll come again before long, and then you"ll see her. We"ll have such pleasant times to-day and to-morrow, that she won"t be missed. This afternoon are going shopping, and you are to buy presents for everybody you like."
"Oh!" beamed Polly.
"And to-morrow morning," her hostess went on, "we are invited to a musicale across the street, at Mrs. Trowbridge"s, where we shall the wonderful little violinist who is being made so much of by musicians."
"Won"t that be lovely!" cried Polly. "I have n"t heard any music in ever so long, except at church, and David"s singing."
Mrs. Jocelyn smiled appreciatively. "I knew you would enjoy it,"
she said. "Now I shall be busy for a few minutes, and you can do anything you choose,--mouse around the library, or play on the piano, or make out a list of what you"d like to give your friends.
We will start soon after luncheon. You won"t have time for much; I"m only going to make a salad dressing which I fancy I can mix a little better than Tilly can. Then I"ll help you with the presents."
Polly had taken lessons of her mother, and her fingers still remembered bits of the pieces she had learned; so the piano was her first choice. Lured on by the familiar airs, she played and played, forgetting all but the music she loved.
Mrs. Jocelyn returned from the kitchen, and, unnoticed, slipped into a seat back of the player.
Finally Polly turned around.
"I felt you there!" she laughed. "Have I hindered you?"
"You have been charming me. Why, child, I did n"t know you could play so well! And all out of practice, too! I should n"t think you could recollect a note."
"My fingers seem to," Polly smiled. "I"ll think I don"t know a piece, and then my hands go right along and play it."
"I wish mine would," laughed Mrs. Jocelyn. "But I"ve let my music go too long; it will never come back." Her last tones were a little sad, but she quickly recovered her gayety. "Suppose we think over now," she proposed, "what you would like to purchase at the stores, and where we shall need to go. Then we can the better map out our afternoon."
Polly was all eagerness at once, and her hostess was no less interested.
"Are n"t there some new girls in the ward who have n"t any dolls?"
"Yes," Polly answered, "there are five or six. Let me see,"