Polly jumped down from her seat, and went to him.
"I"m done for," he said, slowly, "and you"re a very wonderful girl. You stopped those horses, you did, and I-- I couldn"t--" He broke down.
"Nonsense, McDonald! Your hands were cold," Polly said. "You"ll be fine in the morning and able to drive anything. Cheer up!" But McDonald only repeated: "I"m done for."
A lump rose in Polly"s throat at his distress, and she leaned down and kissed his wrinkled old face.
She cried quite shamelessly all the way back to school--secure in the fact that no one could see her.
In the sleigh the girls were beginning to recover.
"Jemima!" Betty said, breaking a long silence. "Poll saved all our lives; do you know it!"
Connie shivered. "I"m just beginning to realize it," she said, solemnly.
"All the time everything was happening I was trying to remember the last duet I learned." Everybody laughed.
"Polly is--" Miss Crosby began. "Well, she"s so splendid that-- But I guess we"d better not talk about it. We"re all on the verge of tears."
"Let"s cheer for her," some one suggested. "Maybe we"ll get our courage back."
They gave it--a long, long one--that had in it all their admiration and grat.i.tude. And every poor tired muscle in Polly"s valiant little body throbbed with joy at the sound.
CHAPTER IX
A STARTLING DISCOVERY
The next morning Polly stayed in bed for breakfast, as befitted a heroine, and received visitors. All the faculty came in, one after the other, to congratulate her. Miss Crosby"s ability as a story-teller had served to picture the events of the night before in vivid colors, and Polly"s splendid courage had not lost in the telling.
Lois and Betty kept watch at the door, and admitted only the girls that they knew Polly would want to see. They were not many, for she had a headache and was thoroughly tired. When the bell rang for study hour, they left Connie with her.
"Sit down and make yourself comfy. Here"s a pillow." Polly threw one of Lois" to the foot of the bed, and Connie stuffed it behind her back.
"It"s perfectly silly, my lying in bed like this," Polly went on, yawning and stretching luxuriously, "but Mrs. Baird insisted."
"I should think so. You must be nearly dead." Connie looked at her, wondering.
"Honestly, Poll, you were wonderful. How did you think of that hill, and have sense enough to go up it?"
Polly buried her head in the pillows and groaned.
"Not you too, Connie?" she asked, tragically. "Do I have to explain again that I was brought up with horses and have driven all my life, and been in any number of runaways, so that I am not afraid of any horse that lives? There, now, I"ve told you, and if you mention last night again, I"ll ask Miss King to pull you out of my room by the hair of your head."
"I won"t, I won"t, on my oath!" Connie promised, laughing. "I"ll even contradict all these people who are calling you a brave heroine, if you say so."
"I wish you would," Polly said, crossly. "Heroine! how perfectly silly."
"Of course it is, now that I come to think of it. You didn"t do anything so great," Connie teased, "just stopped a couple of wildly running horses, and saved fifteen girls from sudden death--and what"s that? A mere nothing."
"Connie, I"ll--" Polly threatened, sitting up in bed, but Connie pushed her back. "You"ll behave like a good child and answer me some questions."
"Well, go ahead and ask them."
"First, what"s wrong with Dot Mead? I heard her say to one of the girls: "Polly"s bravery is so awfully evident, that it almost looks like showing off," and when Dorothy Lansing said: "I think so, too," I simply couldn"t help laughing. It was so like the Dorothys."
"Who were they talking to?" Polly asked, indifferently.
Connie smiled at a sudden recollection.
"A girl named Eleanor Trent. She was furious. She told them they were jealous cats. Imagine!"
Polly smiled grimly. "Eleanor Trent is on my team; she naturally would resent it. Hasn"t Ange told you about the fuss yesterday, with the Dorothys?"
"No; what happened!" Connie was interested immediately. She felt this was a personal matter of her cla.s.s. For the minute, she completely forgot she was only a visitor.
Polly described the scene on the hill--
"Three cheers for Betty!" Connie laughed, heartily. "I can just imagine her rage. But what is the matter with this f.a.n.n.y!" she asked.
"n.o.body knows." Polly shook her head. "We hurt her feelings early in the year, and I don"t think she"s ever forgiven us. I"m sorry, too; she"s a dandy girl, if she"d only forget the chip on her shoulder."
"Going with the Dorothys won"t help," Connie said, slowly.
"I know, but what can we do? Warn her that too much a.s.sociation with our cla.s.smates will not improve her disposition?" Polly unthinkingly imitated Miss Hale"s manner.
"The Spartan," Connie laughed. "You might take f.a.n.n.y up yourselves," she suggested.
"We might," Polly said, thoughtfully; "oh, there"s the bell!"
Study hour was over, and a minute later, Lois, Betty, and Angela came in. There was an air of mystery about them, and Betty said: "Then you"ll attend to it, Lo?"
"No; Miss Crosby"s going to. I"ve just come from the studio," Lois answered, as she walked over to her bureau.
"Attend to what?" Polly demanded.
"Nothing!" Angela a.s.sured her. "Lo and Betty are fussing over some art secret."
"Oh, well, what"s the news?"
"News?" Betty said, wearily. "Why, haven"t you heard? Last night a girl hero stopped two rearing, plunging--"
"Betty, if you say one word more," Polly protested feebly--she was laughing in spite of herself.
"h.e.l.lo, what"s this?" Lois had been straightening Polly"s dresser and discovered a note beside the pin cushion. "It"s for you, Poll." She tossed it on the bed. "Must have been here since last night."
Polly opened and read it.