Polly had been helping set the table, when the door opened, and a little, thin-featured man stepped softly in.
"Polly May, I"ll make you acquainted with your Uncle "Rastus, "Rastus Bean," called Aunt Jane from the cupboard that served for china closet and pantry.
"How do you do, my dear? How do you do?" smiled Mr. Erastus Bean, holding out his hand. "I"m very glad to see you."
Polly"s little fingers had barely touched the strong, wiry ones, when Mrs. Bean"s rasping voice broke in.
"Come along and wash up, "Rastus! The water"s good and hot."
Polly"s hand was dropped, as if it had been of the temperature of the water.
"Yis, I"m comin" Jane! I"m comin" fas" "s I can!" The little man hurried across to the sink.
The children tumbled in, Gregory sprawling across the threshold and knocking Katie against a chair.
"Why don"t yer ever look where you goin"?" fretted Sophia.
"He"s always runnin" over me!" wailed Katie.
"Say, where"s Marcus and "Melie?" demanded Maude.
"Over to Mis" Cobbe"s, where I hope they"ll stay till after supper," answered their mother. "Her kids have been here enough, and I guess she can "tend to mine for one meal."
"I can"t go after "em, "cause I got to study my spellin","
announced Sophia.
"n.o.body asked yer to," retorted Mrs. Bean. "They"d ought to know enough to come home alone."
The meal progressed to the accompaniment of jarring speech, and Polly was glad when it was over.
"Mamma, can we go up on the roof?" asked Katie. "The other folks are up there, and we"ll keep away from the edge."
"I don"t care; but, remember, the first one that goes near that rail gets a whippin"!"
The door slammed behind Maude, and Polly began to clear the table.
She was taking up her old tasks as naturally as if she had never been free from them.
"Guess I"ll go up myself for a few minutes," mused Mrs. Bean.
""Rastus, you go fetch Marcus and "Melie home! Marcus "u"d have a fit if we went up on the roof without him. And, Polly, you can put "Melie to bed, and do up the dishes, and then come on up, if you want to. "Rastus!"
The little man halted in the doorway.
"What, Jane?"
"Split up some kindlin"s when you git back, and you may as well fix the fire for mornin"--it must be about out now."
The dishes were nearly washed when the children were brought in; and the boy had departed for the roof, and his small sister was in bed, by the time the new uncle had finished his ch.o.r.es.
"I"ll put them plates up in the cupboard," volunteered the little man. "Set ri" down and rest."
But Polly helped, until the last dish was in place and the pan hung up on its mail. Then she dropped wearily into a chair.
"That Maude ought to have wiped "em for yer," he sympathized.
"But them kids!" He wagged his head soberly. "I"d ruther stan"
at the bench, down to the shop, all day long, than be round with such actin" mortals. Jane, she can manage "em if she sets out; but "most gen"ally she don"t set out. Wisht I could do somethin"
for yer," we proffered. "Ye"re all tuckered out!"
"Oh, I"m just a little tired--that"s all!" smiled Polly. "You are ever so good! I wanted to go up to the hospital, and tell them where I am--they don"t know, and I"m afraid they"ll worry!
But I guess I can"t to-night," she ended sadly.
"Why, I can run up there for yer, jus" "s well "s not," he nodded.
"Oh! Will you?" she brightened. "I"ll be so glad! But won"t it be too much trouble?"
"Not a bit!" he returned glibly. Then his pinched face shaded.
"If I can git back before she comes down," he hesitated, wavering between kindness and fear. "I guess I can," he decided, and put on this hat.
"If Dr. Dudley is n"t there," Polly told him, "please ask for Miss Lucy Price. She"ll do just as well. She"s the nurse in our ward."
"I"ll do it up all straight," he exulted, stepping briskly with the importance of his errand. But as his hand touched the k.n.o.b, another"s was before it. His wife opened the door.
"Where you goin", "Rastus Bean?" she demanded.
"I--I was just goin" out for a little walk," he faltered.
"A walk!" she snapped. "If you"ve got your ch.o.r.es done, you"d better walk into bed!"
Without a word he disappeared in an adjoining room, while his wife lifted the stove cover, to see if his tasks had been faithfully performed.
Polly"s forlorn hope vanished with the little man; but no tears came until she was on her pillow, shut from all eyes. Then they gushed forth in a flood.
Chapter XIII
The Return
Polly was awakened early by clashing talk. The girls, whose room she shared, were in a wrangle over her pretty, blue hair ribbon.
Sophia had spied it first, and was slyly using it for her own straight locks, when Maude had s.n.a.t.c.hed it away, and a hubbub followed.
The owner of it did not interfere, but began to dress, as if she had no interest in the cause of the quarrel.
"She"s more stuck-up "n she used to be!" Polly overheard Maude sneer, as she hurried away in response to her aunt"s call.
Mr. Bean wa.s.s already eating breakfast, and he greeted the little girl pleasantly, though keeping watch of his wife, who was frying cakes.
"Here! Give these to you uncle," Polly was bidden; whereupon the little man began such attempts at kindliness as to draw out a contemptuous, "Huh!" from over the griddle. After that he fastened his eyes on his plate, and ate in silence.